#just sitting in there grooming himself. sniffing

[binch-i-might-be]

at the vet and getting fred into the carrier was SO easy. I just scooped him out of his little hammock and put him in there and he was like "oh damn are we going somewhere :))" like this boy did not care AT ALL. joe almost killed me and then himself when I did that to him

#he's chilling so much rn #just sitting in there grooming himself. sniffing #also told the nice receptionist the wrong birth YEAR because i don't understand time. i got him in 2022 not 21 😭 #don't worry tho the lady caught on to it because an almost three year old rat would be Very Old #this is a spry young man if i've ever seen one #rayrambles

[woso-dreamzzz]

Reina

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You meet Natalia's cat

If you were to describe yourself, you would say you were an animal person. You didn't really make distinctions between whether you were a dog or cat person. You like all animals equally.

Prins was an absolute darling and stuck firmly to your side like he was made for it. He was soft and excitable and was more than able to keep up on your daily runs.

But, it had to be said, there was something about soft, cuddly cats that really got you.

Exactly like the one that was currently rubbing herself all over you.

"She likes you!" Natalia looks delighted, face split wide open in a big smile.

"I like her!"

Reina purrs as you scratch behind her ears, bumping her head more firmly into your hand. Her calico ears twitch slightly when you stop stroking so you redouble your efforts.

Meeting Reina was something that Natalia had been trying to get you to do for weeks now. You'd fully settled in at Barcelona now, even gaining the confidence to stray from her side every now and then and get to know your new teammates privately.

Natalia had been begging you to come over for dinner and meet Reina since the very first week.

You'd put it off for a while with the excuse of getting settled in and then the day you had planned to do it had been taken over by Tia Tana dropping in with strict instructions from your mothers to check you were taking care of yourself.

So, that was why now, you were soaking up all the cat cuddles you could get.

Reina certainly lived up to her name. Elegance seemed to be her main character trait. She was practically show perfect with her long fur and large body.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" You ask when you hear the sound of a phone shutter.

Natalia grins at you. "I have to document this. My two girls, finally meeting." Her tone was wistful and your face burnt red.

You think you kind of like that, being one of Natalia's girls.

"You're lucky she's cute," You reply before smiling down at Reina again," Yes, you are. So cute."

Reina lets out a little chirp before leaning into your space to sniff at your neck. You let her, looking down at the ground to where Prins was whining.

He was doing a good job behaving himself for a puppy so little and Natalia had practically insisted that you bring him along for this occasion.

"Are they ignoring you, little man?" Natalia coos," I'm sorry." She kneels down on the floor to pet him as Reina finally stops sniffing at you.

She brushes her cheek against your shoulder before turning around to peer down at Prins.

Happy with all of this new attention, he jumps up to rest against your legs, stretching as far as he could to greet Reina.

She looks a little insulted by him but leans down to properly make her decision. She stares, unblinking for several seconds before leaping down from your lap.

She inspects Prins at his level which is kind of funny because she towers over him.

She baps him over the head a few times before clearly deciding that he's hers because she tries to pick him up by the scuff of his neck.

It doesn't quite work because he's a bit too big for that so she just kind of ends up herding him where she wants him to go before settling down and grooming him.

Natalia joins you on the sofa, an arm automatically thrown over your shoulders as she settles by your side.

"She likes him."

"I think she thinks that he's her kitten."

"That's sweet. I'm glad they're getting along." She smirks at you, her arm tightening around you. "That means I never have to let you leave."

You roll your eyes. "Except for training."

"Except for training," Natalia agrees," But you agree then? That I should keep you and Prins here?"

"I don't think Reina will let him leave."

You both look over to watch Reina firmly drag Prins back into the cat bed when he tries to leave. He sends you a wounded look as you laugh when Reina practically sits on him and focusses her attention on grooming his back.

"It's the Scandinavian in her," You reply.

Natalia groans good-naturedly. "I take it back. You and Prins can leave. I don't want to be outnumbered by three Scandinavians."

"I mean," You shrug," Technically only Reina and I are Scandinavians. Finland doesn't count."

"But Norway does?! How's that fair?"

You laugh. "Have you ever looked at a map? Finland doesn't count as Scandinavia."

"Your countries confuse me," Natalia laughs too.

"I can leave now, if you really want." You jokingly move to get up but Natalia keeps a firm grip on you. It feels nice, like being wrapped up safely in your baby blanket again and you sag into Natalia's body against yours.

Her arms move from your shoulders because of the change of position. You're sitting between her legs now, splayed out on the sofa and she wraps her arms gently around your waist.

Her grip is firm though and two fingers draw soft patterns on your hip, occasionally going up and under your shirt to draw circles on your side.

The pressure of her hands on you makes your head go a little floaty. You've never seen Natalia do this with any of your teammates at training but it's private here, in her home, so you suppose that she feels like she can be a bit more touchy.

Friendships back home weren't like this. You'd be hard pressed to find any of your friends willing to even hold your hand let alone your waist so this is dangerously new territory.

Selfishly, you wish that her hand would go a bit lower. It makes you feel guilty even entertaining the thought because Natalia's your friend and it isn't right to take advantage of her touchiness.

You can feel her breath on the back of your neck though and it makes your blush spread all through your body.

"So," You manage to get out, desperately trying to not get lost in the feeling of Natalia against you," Are we having dinner or what?"

"My company isn't enough?"

"Your company is perfect," You assure her, desperately wishing she knew just how perfect she really was," But, seriously, I was promised cat cuddles and food. I've had the cuddles. I need the food."

"Maybe we'll hold off on dinner for a bit longer," Natalia says," I like this position too much to move. Is that good with you?"

"That's perfectly fine with me."

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

[cherryo]

nsfw alphabet for Denji <3

Nsfw alphabet Denji!!!

this is entirely self indulgent!! ive been drooling over him for the past month

warnings: pregnancy, collars, creampie and fem genitalia

A- Aftercare (what theyre like afterwards)

At first I doubt he really knew what to do and would leave you with cum all over and in you while he would just roll over. As soon as he knew what it was hes like THE KING OF IT!!!! Hes bringing anything you need or want!! Water? He’s jumping off the bed to grab a cup and pitcher with water and ice. A nice bath? Hes got it running already and will happily wash you!! I really think he would do anything for the one he loves so this is easy for him.

B- Body (what their favorite body part is of themselves and their partner)

His favorite of himself I think would probably be his arms? Idk why he just screams arms guy? Hes proud of the muscle and how easily he can pick you up and fold you in half with them.

Boobs. Nah fr though its definitely titties, small, big, medium? It does not matter!!! Hes leaving hickies all over them and taking care of them <3 kneeding and massaging, grabbing to stabilize himself if hes on top! For sure sucking on them if hes on the  bottom!

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

Okay,,,,I think he loves cumming on and in you, but LOVES LOVES LOVES cumming in you!!!cant handle it when you consent to him letting go inside of you, hes a freak. If he can come in you, you better be prepared cause to him that means hes gotta do it as many times as he can before pulling out!!!

I do think he loves cumming on you and seeing the visible evidence of what you guys did, he cleans it up when you ask but he really just wants it to be on you the entire time yall are fucking.

D- Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Hes obsessed with panty sniffing, or anything to do with panties, he wants to fuck you while theyre on, have a pair on his dick while he jerks off. The whole nine yards, when you two fuck and are too feral or lazy to fully undress he goes bonkers. Loves the idea and action of pushing your panties to the side so he can slide in!!!

He also wants you to sit on his face!!!

He has so many of these but he wants to wake up/wake you up to being given head!! Or being fucked ;)

E- Experience (how experienced they are)

None. I think he thinks hes like a sex god after reading and watching porn, but alas when he goes to do it he realizes just how difficult it is to pleasure a girl and maintain rhythm.

Hes a quick learner though

F- Favorite position

DOGGY OHML HE GOES FUCKING FERAL!!! He loves bending you over and gripping your hips to pound into you. The thought of being able to push your head into your pillows or whatever surface you’ve been bent onto.

He also likes a good ol’ mating press, he likes seeing the faces you make and seeing just how far you can be folded in half. He also loves the fact that he can reach a deeper spot in this position and how fast it makes you cum! The easy access to your clit is also a bonus.

G-Goofy (how serious or goofy they are during the moment)

I think hes extremely goofy, his personality doesnt change at all <3 he thinks its sweeter if he can make jokes and be himself rather than become serious and not be himself!

H-Hair (how groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes)

Not groomed at all, he feels more naked shaved and waxed. He really only trims it, I feel like he would have like a forest down there! He really loves when his hair down there is wet from the both of yalls juices <3

I think his pubes are darker than the hair on his head!

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect of it)

Honestly, I think in general hes very romantic and strives to be intimate. However in this situation he has no room to be romantic, he’s pussy drunk and cannot think of anything else than your pussy and body and the fact hes fucking you

J-Jackoff (how often do they masturbate?)

This mans right arm is jacked. He does it like twice every day, he has so much cum that even if he does that he can easily fuck you for HOURS later. He usually does it in the morning to get rid of his morning wood <3 that’s really only if youre not in bed with him.

He enjoys it, he also really enjoys mutual masturbation, he thinks its really nice

K-Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink: highest kink I think he has, he doesn’t necessarily want kids now or later (I highly doubt he wants to bring kids into this life lol) but the thought of you being round with HIS kid makes him go crazyyyyyy!!! He also likes not using condoms or pulling out (he’ll do either if you ask him to!)

Praise: we know from the manga that he goes insane for praise, specifically from girls. When you tell him hes a good boy, he goes 10x faster just to hear you moan it out again and again. If you tell him hes making you feel good or doing a good job, he’ll moan and whine out thank yous

L-Location (their favorite place to do it)

Mostly his or your rooms, hes not comfortable with doing it in public or anywhere not in his apartment.

M-Motivation (what gets them going? What turns them on?)

Literally anything you do, like you could be folding laundry and hed pounce on you. If you were dresses or skirts just be aware of him lifting the back of it up and pounding you from behind.

Knee high socks, frilly socks, leg warmers, the whole thing. I feel he likes the look of those accessories, he just goes feral for them.

Hes already horny 24/7 so hes ready to go all the time.

N-No (something they wouldnt do)

Public sex. Hes very protective and slightly obsessive over you and wants no one but him to see you so vulnerable (and sexy)

Threesomes, I feel like a lot of people want him and aki to have a 3some with the reader but I don’t think hed want that? As hot as it is lol I love reading those fics but for the same reasons I doubt he actually would do that

O-Oral (do they like head? Giving or receiving more?)

YES YES YES!!! HE LOVES GETTING HEAD AND GIVING HEAD!!!

He feels so so so good every time you give him head, I think his dick is super super sensitive especially his tip!

He loves making you feel good and what other than eating you out and giving you orgasm over and over again would make you feel good lol also smth about eating you out whether hes on top of you or youre sitting on his face, he loves it. Like goes insane for it!!!

P-Pace (are they going rough and fast? Slow and sensual?)

Rough and fast!!! He feels so good like that! If you ask him to slow down he will but he’d rather go at a fast and bruising pace!

Q- Quickie (their opinions, how often)

None in public BUT AT YALLS HOUSE? YES YES YES!!!! This man has to work HARD not to come immediately after he slips in, so this is perfect for him! Especially if hes sleepy and wants to do it but also wants to sleep

R-Risk (are they game to experiment?do they take the risk?)

Yes and no? I think hed be against it in public, but if his friends are staying over and you/him are horny then YES!!! He loves the thought of people hearing how good he makes you feel but just not seeing you

S-Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

At first none, like literally two pump king. After a while though when hes built it up hed be able to go 10 rounds easily!

T-Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has none for himself but hes got different vibrators for you, especially those panty vibrators with the controllers >:)

I think he would be open to cock rings though!

U-Unfair (how much they like to tease )

Oh my fucking god!!!!! He doesn’t mean to be but he just needs you to have the best orgasm every time, so if it doesn’t sound good to him then he’ll let you cool down and try again. No matter how many times it needs to be restarted. He also accidentally overstims the both of you by never pulling out and continuously fucking you.

V-Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make?)

Good lord, this man is so fucking loud!!!!!! Like holy shit hes moaning, groaning, whining, grunting, sounding like a fucking animal with growling theyre such intense and hot sounds that you just cant get enough of them.

W-Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This is completely based on the first volumes cover and the fact hes referred as a dog/puppy throughout the series but I think he would love to have one of those giant clunky collars on. maybe not necessarily into the whole ‘leash and collar’ thing but more of just he pressure on his neck that your hands cant provide

X-X-ray (lets see whats going on under those clothes)

OKAY OKAY IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!!!

Big dick.

No but really, definitely 7 inches hard, I wanna say hes a show-er rather than a grower.

Curves slightly to the right and very veiny!! Its really pink, super sensitive and leaky.

Y-Yearning ( how high is their sex drive?)

Hes yearning 25/8!!!!!! He knows how to some what control himself,,,,,,but hes constantly wanting to be inside your warm pussy. He wants to go round after round, once he got a taste he just cant get enough. Z-ZZZ (how fast do they fall asleep after?) HES OUT ONCE YOU GUYS ARE DONE FOR SURE. Hes so so so so sleepy all the time, so when youre satisfied and hes satisfied and hes done his duty of aftercare, hes out.

#chaserambles #chasewrites #denji #denji x reader #denji smut #chainsaw man #csm smut #csm x reader #x reader

[bucknastysbabe]

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW//age gap, grooming, manipulation, no one is properly nice, Criston being crazy, Targtower!reader, canon era, anxiety and panic attacks, sibling strife, Alicent is tired, isolation, angst, sad ending, innocence/corruption kink, slight religious kink, v!fingering, oral, frottage, pnv!sex, lots of tears, I was emo okay and no I did not rush the ending no I did not-

WC: 9.5k (idk what happened oops)

Taglist: @arcielee @bambitas @aemonds-holy-milk @lovelykhaleesiii @starogeorgina @fallingintoyourlilaceyes @sugarpoppss2 @fairysluna @jamespotterismydaddy @elaratyrell

Being Alicent’s second daughter, the third of Viserys, your political pawn status was minimal in youth. You minded your own and listened, a constant shadow behind your mother. The queen was your idol— she was strong, devout, and loved deeply. It was your siblings who were willful, dragon blood coursing through their veins that made her fraught.

Somehow it felt you didn’t get any dragon blood. Your egg had refused to hatch, your eyes an ugly dark purple. The worst was that you had red hair. The hair of the Hightowers. You'd been born too late and too plain it seemed. The feeling of being strange led to shyness plaguing you. Hence why you’d clung to your mother’s skirts, she made you feel safe and beloved. Any closeness with your siblings dissolved as time wore on. Alicent apparently didn't mind, even if her child was manufacturing her own isolation.

Aemond devoted himself to scholarly learning, training in the yard, and flying on Vhagar. Helaena seemed to rather keep to herself, stitching beautiful works and catching her lovely insects. Aegon— he embraced hedonism and you’d leave it at that. You had been close with Daeron when he was a babe, loving on your little brother. Then Alicent sent him to Oldtown.

Ser Criston and your mother seemed to be the only presence you were around most of your childhood. You loved the white knight dearly, he’d bring you little gifts and swing you around as Alicent prattled on about something. He was so handsome and chivalrous, always a kind word upon his lips. Just the thought of the oath-sworn knight made you grow flushed and giddy.

You’d hide behind Ser Criston's white cloak when your father occasionally took interest. Viserys seemed annoyed at your shy demeanor, asking Criston to bring you to him. It was dreadful, he was decaying and his rotten smile was frightful. You would weep and shake, turning toward your mother or Criston. Looking for an escape.

The king would frown. He sniffed, “Here Cole, take the girl, Hightower as they come hm?”

Criston’s jaw clenched before he sighed, “Come on princess, we have appointments to keep.” You had grabbed his hand and left— ignoring Viserys' muttering. It brought a feeling of uselessness to your young heart. At least Daeron was bettering himself in Oldtown. The Kingsguard scoffed, “I wouldn’t appreciate sitting in his lap either. He will always have eyes for your half-sister, do remember that. Your mother has your interests in mind.”

“I understand, Ser Criston."

When Alicent was sleeping or tending to the matters of the realm, you oft sat with Ser Criston as he guarded the queen. He would tell you about his youth in the Dornish Marches, harrowing tales of battle and blood. One time as a child you grew so frightened you hopped in his arms. He laughed and petted your hair, “You’re alright, no vulture kings shall get you. Not with me here.” His smile was bright, and his brown eyes lit with humor.

You hid a picture you’d drawn of you all grown up, a beautiful maiden holding hands with Ser Criston. A dragon would be there too. Fantasies plagued your innocent mind, courtly love between a princess and her loyal white knight. Nothing like the isolation and tension that brought strife to your family. Everything was perfect and happy. Everyone loved each other. Stupid, stupid, silly you.

As you matured into the early stages of womanhood, your shyness and frayed nerves did not abate. In fact, fits of crying and shaking began to afflict you. Tourneys, balls, and weddings made your stomach turn and hands grow clammy. The Maester had given a tincture for fits and fears such as these, citing a ‘hysterical disposition.' The tincture was diluted milk of the poppy.

You were half-dazed and daft but no longer weeping through an entire feast. Small victories.

At three-and-ten you visited Dragonstone, bonding with the gorgeous Silverwing. As you flew around the island, tears streamed down your face. It was beautiful, so very beautiful. When you landed, your white knight and mother clapped, proud of their favorite princess. Even Aemond gave a word of applause. Rhaenyra watched with a strange look, further back. You refused to acknowledge her, you had heard all you needed to know about your elder sister.

Later, Aegon had japed with a sloshing goblet, “Ah, I was beginning to think you were a bastard dear sister. Maybe a lord will take an interest now.” Ser Criston had cuffed the lad on the ear at that, Aegon squeaking an apology.

The knight consoled you afterward, gloved hand tilting your chin up. His dark orbs bore into your own, his thumb swiping your tears. He stated intently, “Never, never for a second think you are not true-born. My princess, you are just beginning to blossom, you’re Targaryen as they come. I will defend that claim until my death.”

Your heart skipped a beat, tears welling up as you hugged the older man, thanking Ser Criston for his kindness. He was stiff at first, then gloved hands came to rest at your shoulders. He called you blossom after that, the pet name never failed to make your cheeks flush. Alicent took great pleasure that you had kept to their sides instead of wandering off to find whatever to abate the stress of being Royal. She would sniff occasionally, "Do remember what white signals, virtue."

Ser Criston named you the Queen of Love and Beauty at six and ten, a tourney Otto and Alicent schemed for you to get a suitor. Although the suitors were cracked in the helm and knocked on their ass. Criston was rather vicious this tourney, winning the melee and joust. You chose not to dwell on the blood splattered on his shiny armor, for it caused wicked thoughts. He grinned with red lips, offering the crown.

Aegon rolled his eyes, quipping something foul as he guzzled his wine. Viserys had apparently glared at the knight, mouth twisting. You smiled and blushed, feeling like a silly child again. The handsome marcher was consuming you more and more. Eyes that saw you wholly, his little blossom.

Later in the evening, many lords or heirs were at the feast for your sake. They did not seem interested, casting wary looks. You decided it was partly your nerves and shy nature, the glaring knight at arm's length was no benefit. You made one connection that night with a son of the Arbor, a sweet-faced Redwyne lad. His name was Meryn, that was the extent you knew. Grandsire seemed to be pleased with your choice. Criston's dark eyes lingered in your mind. Meryn had dark green eyes and straw-blonde hair. He would be alright if you had to, Meryn was courteous. You swallowed down bile at the thought of living so far away.

You’d become so struck with Cole you had begun to lie awake at night, purposely ignoring the desire that coursed through blue veins. He had said that a true, chaste maiden did not give in to carnal pleasures. Your mother said that self-pleasure was sinful and wicked. You'd read the Seven-Pointed Star, the Stranger would fondly take fornicators down to the seven hells.

You agreed, feeling sinful if your womanhood ever throbbed. Innocence remained a quality of yours, Viserys liked to call you his Septa daughter to Daemon. You’d rather be a Septa than a whore. Aegon had doomed himself already. You hated when he spoke so vulgar at the table, you had to look away in disgust.

Aegon crushed your entire world, in fact. The pair of you had ridden to the Dragonpit to ride Sunfyre and Silverwing. You rode in silence, Ser Arryk and Erryk behind on guard. The stilted awkward air between Aegon and you seemed to thicken as the Dragonpit loomed closer. Your elder brother blurted “Are you still infatuated with that preening peacock Cole?”

You stiffened and stared, aghast, mouth agape.

Aegon’s full lips smirked. He laughed “Oh, you still are. I forget you follow him and mother around the keep like a shadow. You’re six and ten, you don’t want to fuck a lordling? Or are you saving it for Ser Cole?”

“Stop it, he’s kind and a good knight. You should respect our Kingsguard, he keeps mother safe.”

Hot tears began springing at your eyes as Aegon laughed harder, that horrid shrieking giggle. One of the Cargyll’s snorted. Aegon always made you feel so silly and childish. You sniffed angrily “What are you getting at Aegon?”

“Sorry sister, sorry, it’s just- hah! It’s just your white knight’s cloak has been likely been dirtied since I was born. You do know the rumor don’t you?”

Your heart began to patter uncomfortably against your chest. Ser Erryk always carried your medicine— you did not wish to take it as you were trying to fly. Aegon leered with a grin. He spoke in a low murmur, “He hates our dear half-sister so, we know that. Rumor has it Cole sullied his oath as he took her maidenhead. She spurned him later. Then your ‘white knight’ beat Laenor’s fop lover’s face in wrath at her wedding.”

Your legs and hands began to grow numb from sheer panic. You cried, “No, you are lying! Why would you say such dreadful things?” Shakes began, as tears leaked down your red cheeks. The prince noticed your state and sighed, “No one knows if he truly did. 'Tis not strange he became mother’s sworn sword after one night hm?”

Your vision swam. No, no, no— you couldn’t believe that. Ser Erryk rode up next to you, beckoning you to open your mouth. He yanked you onto his horse, chiding Aegon, “Shut your mouth about that, you know how she gets. I have to return all the way to the keep!”

The prince shrugged, offering a weak apology, face a rude smirk.

Ser Erryk sighed, “He’s a prick. Talk to your mother about Ser Criston. Back to the keep we go, just relax.” You felt like your chest had compressed into a tiny box, shaking and panting. It couldn’t be true. You would speak to your mother immediately. The tincture began to soften your muscles, eyes lolling as you slumped onto the Cargyll twin. Erryk murmured, “Can’t wait for this shite show with the marcher.”

You were still in a hazy lull, the movement of the horse and Ser Erryk’s familiar lilt leaving you in a poppy-laden stupor. He’d ridden into the courtyard, carrying your limp frame into the castle, barking at a squire to take his horse. You mumbled, “Mother, need her.”

“I know, princess.”

Ser Criston’s voice made your poppy laden eyes flick upwards. The knight demanded, “What the hell is this? Did you dose her with the entire phial? Where’s Prince Aegon? Give her to me.”

Ser Erryk bit back, “She asked for the Queen, Ser Criston. Not you.”

You nodded softly, Ser Criston’s brows pinching together, his lips thinning in anger. He snapped, “I’ll take her to the Queen, give me the princess. Seems you can’t follow the maester’s directions, Ser Erryk.”

“No. Trust me when I say this Cole, Aegon brought this on. He was telling your ‘blossom’ all about,” the man whispered something to the marcher. Criston’s face paled, a stricken look over his features.

The door opened without further protest, Ser Erryk laying you upon the plush settee, curtly nodding. He exchanged words with the Queen. Criston remained outside the door, dark gaze peering from afar. Your mother’s wide eyes and familiar green dress hovered in your vision. She stroked your hair and sighed, “Dear girl, what did Aegon say?”

Your sluggish hand gripped her own, glazed eyes meeting brown. You whimpered “Tell me he was lying. Just tell me Aegon was lying about him.”

Alicent’s lips pursed, turning to gaze at the lingering Cole. She ordered, “Ser Criston, please shut the door.” Even through the medicinal haze, the man looked downright fearful. The door shut with a soft click. Your mother’s attention was back on you, kissing your forehead.

“About who? Take your time.”

You moaned in anguish, “Ser Criston. He broke his oath to be with her?,” you sobbed, “He lies, he can’t, mother please!”

Alicent’s eyes flicked to the door once more. She bundled your frame into her arms, lifting your limp body up. Her soothing voice murmured, “Ser Criston is a good man. He loves us dearly. He is sworn and would die for us, my dear.”

You wept, “Tell me the truth.”

“He had a moment of weakness. Ser Criston was merely a few years older than I and Rhaenyra. She manipulated his good heart and bewitched him. That is all. He did not break his oath.”

You stared at your mother, unsure if she was lying while the pristine image of Criston darkened. Was it hurt? Jealousy? Childish affection gone wrong? There was nothing to do but softly weep in your mother’s arms before sleep took you. Supper was provided when you awoke, only Alicent caring for you.

She never lied to you before. Your mother cherished you too much to lie.

Right?

You faced Ser Criston again. The ache in your chest throbbed— but you would give him grace. He was devoted and good to you. His worried look made the apprehension die down. The knight grabbed your shoulders, eyes piercing as he frantically spoke, “Blossom, my princess, please. I have been distraught for days. What can I do?”

You stared at him, mind conjuring a response, feeling like a bratty child overreacting. His leather gloves squeezed again to draw your attention. It took everything in your weak heart not to babble and weep. This man was sworn to chastity and the Faith, yet you craved him like nothing else.

“Aegon just shocked me. This is a lot to process. I-I didn’t know anything about that, oh, ordeal.”

He seemed to sag, guilt wracking his handsome features. Ser Criston pulled your small form inward, chin atop your head. He murmured, “It is a stain that shall never be washed. Your mother saved me. I grew stronger from the failure. It pains me more now that you have learned the truth after so long. I should have let you know.”

You nodded against the steel plate of his chest, resigned.

You let him hold you— unsure of your intense feelings. The Red Keep was a web spun of lies. Even Ser Criston was caught in the horrid trap. You would remain to trust him, his affair with Rhaenyra was before you were even a thought. Still, your gut churned with uncertainty.

Criston murmured, "I shall never fail you again, sweet blossom."

You had distanced yourself from Ser Cole, protecting your own heart selfishly. He was upset and had been striving to gain your once devoted affection. It wasn’t hard to avoid him as war came in on Dragonback. They plotted and planned, too busy for Helaena to mourn. Aegon was raging at all times. You remained in your rooms, nervously awaiting Syrax or Caraxes to show on the horizon. Dracarys. Dracarys, the voices sang in your head.

They were always in the Council Chambers.

You’d been in your room, feeling madness creep at the edges of your mind. Shadows in the corners, fire on the horizon. A knight stood guard outside day and night, sometimes your mother would come sup with you. All she could do was tiredly ramble and apologize. You held her softly one night as she cried, how alone and useless she felt. You could empathize with that. At least in your room, you were safe from those fits. Sometimes.

Then your grandfather left. Criston was now Lord Commander and Hand of the King. A small ceremony was held in the throne room, Aegon strutting around like a peacock. You knew he was as scared as the rest of the Keep. Alicent sighed to you, “My darling, stay strong, you must.”

The man you had grown up with, the fancy of your girlhood, looked frightening with his chain of gold hands, lips curled up in pleasure. His eyes flicked toward you, entrancing. The newly appointed hand smiled with pride. You looked down and away, shaking hands clasped together. There was no reason for tears about this. Yet, the titles muddled and twisted your preferred concept of the loyal white knight.

War had truly begun with armies on the move around the realm. Criston, Aegon, and Aemond set off to Lord Staunton at Rook's Rest.

After the incident at Rook’s Rest, Criston returned colder, Aemond with the crown, and Aegon charred half to death. The now powerful marcher was paired with his protege, they could conquer and perhaps win this war. You were frightfully alone again, Alicent moved into Aegon’s chambers. Nothing new you supposed, yet your heart hurt.

About a week after the return, you were summoned to the Hand’s Tower. Criston sat at the desk, war plans drawn up. His hair was shorn, a beard grown in. The soft part of you ached at his bruised and nicked face. You awkwardly curtsied and murmured, “Lord Hand.”

“Don’t call me that, Ser Criston is fine,” he said, a hint of aggravation to his hoarse voice.

“Sorry, Ser Criston,” you apologized. He seemed like a different person sitting where your grandsire once sat. He beckoned you over, closer and closer until you were at the edge of the desk. He looked tired, sad, and beleaguered by his position. You murmured, “You requested me Ser?”

He sighed, leaning back in the supple leather chair. Criston’s eyes were achingly wet as he stated, “Do you still despise me so? All I think about is you, your safety, and how I can keep my blossom alive and well. After Rook's Rest, I began to remember my priorities."

You whimpered softly, the months of being alone and overlooked had taken their toll. You missed him dearly. Taking a few sighs, mouth quivering, you whispered. Whispered only so you may not sob. Your dress was bunched up by your distraught hands. Inwardly, you cursed yourself for being weak.

"I have been so…isolated. I don’t leave my room and all I can do is stare at the window and...and and hope I don’t!”

You clamped your jaw shut as your voice grew higher with emotions. Hot tears ran down your cheeks now— brought on by the outburst. Criston made a soft noise, pleading, “Blossom, come here. To me. You know how I hate to see your tears.”

It embarrassed you how fast you climbed into his lap and wrapped your arms around his shiny armor. The man cooed, cradling your frame and nuzzling your hair. His hands gripped into your curled legs— you didn’t care. It felt so good to be with him.

“There we are, poor princess, why are you crying blossom?”

His dark brows were pinched in concern, gaze quizzical in nature. You refrained from staring at his lips. One of his warm hands pressed into your back, rubbing up and down. You focused on that, tucking your face against the warm crook of his neck.

“Take your time princess, I’ve got you. Too sweet for this dreadful world.”

Ser Criston’s soothing words and hands, his gentle tone could almost lull you to sleep. It felt like an hour had passed, soaking in the moment. You blinked a bit, feeling syrupy sweet in his arms. He asked “Blossom, are you feeling better?” A soft little jerk of your head was the response before you pulled back to look at him.

“I feel better, thank you Ser Criston. I grow fearful,” you frowned at your words, “More fearful than usual.”

He cocked his head, seeming to mull over the words. The man sighed, “I haven’t done a good job of prioritizing your protection. These are arduous times.” Criston thumbed your cheek, sliding down to tilt your chin up. He murmured, “Tell me the truth. I feel a piece of me has returned. You cannot spurn me again, I need you my blossom, more than anything to keep going.”

His agonized eyes and the tiniest little warble at the end of his sentence melted your fears. This was Ser Criston— he’d done right by you, only second to your mother. Even then, he knew you in a way others didn’t. Something behind the mad little princess who cried at feasts. Criston saw qualities none seemed to perceive.

Making eye contact you admitted, “I missed you too. I- I had a hard time coming to terms. I was sickened with envy, picturing that…my sister, having Ser Cole’s heart,” you placed a hand over the white cloak on his shoulder, “I know it was a mistake now. I grew up thinking you were, Gods, the knight out of tales. Gallant and true. It was swept out from under me and I behaved as a child. You're only human.”

Criston’s jaw gritted, frustration crossing his features. He hissed, “If I could take my honor back from that viper I would. But I chose to be fooled, a young idiot. I know what it feels like to be truly loved now. Unconditionally.”

He licked his lips, “Knowing that I hurt you, hurt me. I prayed and prayed. I don’t know if I can be that knight for you, my dear blossom. But I can be the knight that gives his life for you, his heart and soul. You were merely hurt, I can understand why. But the Seven answered my prayers," he beamed, "You’re still here, with me. As it should be.”

Unconditional. He wasn’t wrong. You’d love Criston even if his cloak was stained black. He loved you. Only you. Prayed for you. Your heart swelled, pumping with excitement. At least that's what it seemed he said.

“Oh, Ser Criston, I, I love you.”

His face morphed into a pleasant look, eyes alight with happiness. You moved to straddle him, pressing yourself closer, your cheek pressed to Criston’s dark stubbled one. The knight rumbled, “I love you, innocent love for my little bud, now a blossoming young woman. You’re mine, to cherish and to love. Understand that. Just us.”

He squeezed your waist as you sighed, “Yes, yes Ser Cole, I am yours.”

“My perfect little Princess, the Gods are smiling upon us.”

You nodded along, smiling helplessly, more tears welling as your lips pecked his cheek. Criston turned his head to gently capture your lips, a chaste little peck. You shivered in his embrace, smiling as your noses nuzzled. He was chivalrous was he not?

Soon after you had spoken your feelings for Ser Criston, he wanted you moved into the Hand’s quarters. Said it was safer and you wouldn’t have to stare at the dreaded horizon that brought many a nightmare and fumbling for your tinctures.

It was done quickly, your garments and belongings now intertwined into the man’s quarters. He had the Lord Commander’s room too and pledged to sleep there for your comfort and honor. The knight was sweet and kind, letting you sit upon his lap as he wrote letters, amended decrees, and even kept you there when Aemond arrived to discuss battle.

Your brother looked shocked at your presence, a thin brow arching. He huffed, “Sister, I believe it would be best if you left us to the battle plans.” You nodded, the ingrained behaviors to follow orders hadn’t dissipated. Criston held you tight on his lap, remarking “She’s family. You think your sister to be a turn cloak?”

Aemond grimaced and sat down, his hair swinging as he glared. The crown of the Conqueror laid upon his brow. The crown that belonged to ailing Aegon. Criston poured some wine and handed it to the stiffened Prince Regent, opening the discussion.

You merely sat back and listened, your knight occasionally asking for your opinion. “I don’t know why you would not seek the high ground there,” you offered while pointing to the Westermen’s location. Jason Lannister would be slaughtered. You read up on historical battles now and then.

Aemond’s scoff and Criston’s noise of contemplation shut you up. You knew you were here to please your knight. Make him feel comfortable and less alone. You padded off toward the bed as they talked into the night, ignoring Aemond’s sharp questioning.

A kiss on your lips awoke you, blinking the sleep out of your eyes. The marcher seemed irritated and sleepy, now clad in a white shirt and thin breeches. He sat upon the downy bed to pet your hair, muttering, “Ignore your brother. He thinks he is the king right now, is all. But the hand pulls the strings.”

You shrugged, “He sees me as a distraction I suppose.”

Criston nodded, dark eyes rolling as he gruffed, “You are my motivation, blossom. He will learn to embrace your presence. Now, I have had a long day. I wish to hold you,” his face grew soft, “Is that okay with you dearest? Say no and I shall leave.”

Scooting over you pulled back the warm blankets, Criston crawling in with a sigh. You cuddled into his frame, the marcher flipping you around so he could press the length of his body to your own. He sighed in your ear, “Much better. Soft and sweet. Thank you for trusting me." He placed his chin on your shoulder, humming in contentment, tanned arm wrapped around your stomach.

The voices of the past screamed at you. So be it.

Criston now laid by your side every night, gentle and kind. He'd awaken you with a kiss and that saccharine smile. You fell deeper and deeper in love. His touches grew more frequent, keeping you by his side around the keep. Any snide comment was met with an equally acrid reply.

You'd been invited to sit in at council meets. Your mother seemed surprised, rushing to you, hands clamping down on your arms. She whispered, "What are you doing here? You should not listen to this, it shall give you a fit." You indicated the satchel at your hip and replied, "Ser Criston said I could come along, since I am able of mind and body I should have a say. He has stuck up for a Princess when everyone else has discarded me."

You did not mean to come off as harsh. Ser Criston's affections had bolstered you as of late. The dowager queen's eyebrows raised as her lips turned into a pursed frown. Alicent bit out, "Are you his kept woman now? I raised you better than this." Your mother drew closer to hiss, “Ser Cole loves you. Ser Cole is overstepping his boundaries as the Lord Commander. Lord Hand Criston sees you as his pretty little pet. Do take heed, princess.”

You frowned, chest tight with hurt, childishly scoffing, “Ser Criston cares for me. You’d rather sit and plot than visit your daughter? I’d like to visit Helaena with you, mayhaps Aegon. Don’t lecture me, your grace.”

Aemond called the council, breaking up the heated moment between you and the green queen. You took a seat to the side, watching and listening raptly. Alicent’s eyes flickered between you and Ser Criston, displeasure upon her pursed lips. He eyed her back, furrowing his brows. They had known each other so long the pair could speak without saying a word. Aemond and Lord Lannister prattled on. Worry began to pool in your belly, a shaky hand shifting to the pouch on your waist for comfort.

You could glean the wracked state of the Realm from the terse meeting. Daemon was at Harrenhal and men were gathering. The Hightower host led by a relative and Daeron approached from the south. Cregan Stark’s winter wolves were coming with a cold vengeance and desire to die in glory, grizzled grey beards that they were. You swallowed, mind a bit scattered pulling the pieces together. A crazed Greyjoy was on the loose and the Triarch had been called in. All-out war.

The meeting was adjourned. Aemond would leave soon for Harrenhal. Criston would join him later, much to your fear. Your white knight immediately came to your side, holding your elbow tenderly, “I must have…some words…with her grace. I’ll see you back in the tower?” You nodded, eyes panning toward Aemond getting an earful from your mother. Nerves began to prick— you kissed Ser Cole’s cheek and nodded. He smiled softly, gloved hand caressing your cheek as he murmured, “Sweet girl, relax, it will be fine.”

You may have dropped some of the diluted milk into your wine, hands shaky. You were going mad waiting, waiting, waiting. Mind-spinning rationalizations appeared to ease the rising panic. Your mother had no say anymore, it was Aemond and Criston in charge. If Aegon wasn’t bedridden he likely would not care. Ser Criston would not leave you, he loved you, yes.

The door swung open, clattering against some furniture, startling you upon the settee. Criston was pissed, anyone could see as much as the vetted knight masked his emotions. His eyes were dark, jaw clenched and his teeth audibly ground. He stopped in his tracks, running a hand through shorn hair. You warbled “Criston?”

His furrowed brow and wide eyes turned to you, sighing and stalking forward. The knight dropped to his knees, hands cradling your cheeks. Criston fumed, urgency to his tone, "You’re mine. You shall do as you please. I shall do as I please. I have the right, I'll leave my position as Kingsguard if the oaths are displeasing, you understand sweet girl? I need you to understand you’re my Princess.”

You held his gauntlets to nod, eyes wide upon his visage.

“Say it for me. Say it so I know it to be true. Now.”

Your eyes glossed over with tears. He was in quite the mood. Criston's dark eyes were wet, and desperation laced his roughed voice. Your hands curled around that cold chain of hands, lips frantically moving, “I am yours. Your princess. Nothing shall change that. I swear it on the Seven. I swear it on my heart.”

“I godsdamn love you blossom,” he growled, taking your lips roughly. Criston pressed himself into you, dominating the kiss. His hands moved down to your rear, jerking your hips flush to his own. You cried out, the dark-haired man swallowing the noise, tongue lapping against yours. His lips were insistent, and needy, leaving you breathless. You'd never felt Ser Criston so rough with you, it was intoxicating.

Shivering at his gruff words, you could not help from sliding your arms around his plated neck to moan. Criston pulled back, murmuring, “No one shall keep you from me, I’ll fucking kill them. I may do as I please now.” His lips trailed down your cheek, jaw, to your neck. All you could do was whine as he sucked and nipped little marks, big hands massaging the flesh of your ass. He nosed further down to your décolletage; greedy hands pausing at the neckline.

Lust-blown eyes met your own. You nodded, panting, “Please. Please. Take me as you wish.” His eyes scrunched shut, mouth swollen and wet as those covetous hands of his jerked your dress down, carelessly tearing the silky fabric. You yelped, never having been exposed like this, nerves sparking like wildfire. Criston’s lashes fluttered as he groaned throatily.

“Oh- fucking seven hells, precious girl,” he almost whined, nuzzling into your breasts. You seized up, unused to the carnal touches. Criston yanked off his black gloves to grab handfuls of the tender flesh, still on his knees for you. That seemed to abate the ever-looming presence of your neuroticism. He was submitting, lavishing lush kisses on your fiery skin.

You tightened your legs around his armored waist and cried out when calloused thumbs began to tenderly circle around your budded nipples. He watched your face, lips curled and eyes ever hungry. Criston murmured, “Sweetling, so responsive. Never had your pretty teats touched. Good, good, only me.”

You nodded in haphazard jerks, Criston pulling at one nipple and playing around with your other breast, big hand massaging. His kissing grew closer to the darker skin, lips closing around the bud. You mewled and squirmed, head thrown back to moan. He hummed around your nipple, flicking his tongue across the peak. Criston grew rougher, nipping before pulling off with a lurid pop.

The knight growled, moving onto your other breast. A shiver wracked your frame, your swollen peaks exposed to the chilly air felt like a white-hot line of arousal bolting down between your legs— throbbing and uncomfortably slick. You babbled, “Ser, Criston, Criston, wha-what?”

He chucked darkly, suckling a mark on your sternum. Criston hummed “You like that? Little princess needy for her knight?”

“Love, oh, love it, thank you,” you simpered.

He rasped, nose nuzzling into yours, “Of course…I take care of my blossom don’t I? Sweeter than sin.” His hands placed themselves atop your smaller ones, brown eyes begging. Criston breathed "Blossom- wanna feel you, help me out of this dreadful cage?" Once again mute- you began to unbuckle straps and buttons, exposing more and more skin.

"So good to me. Divine, ah, don't know how I was blessed with an angel."

You helped him out of the chest plate, leaving Criston to undo his white and gray gambeson. You were carefully putting the pieces on his armor stand, the man humming your name. Looking back, Criston smiled softly, his scarred and tanned torso exposed. He beckoned you over, cocking his head in surprise when you dropped to your knees.

“What are you doing, your grace?” Criston's lips curled up in amusement, dark orbs searching your serious expression.

Holding those inky eyes, you helped his boots and thick socks off. Criston threw his padded tunic to the side, cheeks growing flushed. He softly murmured, “Answer me, a Princess should not be on her knees like this.” His hand cupped your cheek, a smirk mirroring your own. You quipped, “Is it bad to be on my knees for you? I am merely serving an important man to the realm.”

You watched his face darken, eyes catching a glint to them. He swallowed, hand on your face tightening. Criston rasped “Is that it? Just merely service? Dirtying your knees like a woman of the night. Does my blossom want to be bad? Behave wanton and licentious so? Forget your maiden's day vow, hm?"

His words made your face grow warm. It was as if he was speaking your fantasies aloud. For once to not be the strange princess— nervous, wrong shade of hair, and overtly pious. No, you wanted to let go. No more being held back by others and your own swirling fears. Ser Cole soothed those aches. You wanted the keep to whisper more about how the littlest one was openly Ser Cole’s pretty blossom, driven from her mother’s teat at last.

“I- I want to make you feel good,” you murmured with blotchy cheeks. It was not necessarily a lie, but if you began to ramble about the lustful feelings you feared you may not stop or disgust the man. That simply couldn’t happen. Not after how far you have come with him.

“You lie to me blossom,” he teased, “I know exactly what you want. What you crave. To think the old king thought you to be a Septa. C’mere then, no more games”

You watched him unlace his light breeches, exposing his dark curls and full prick. A moan slipped from your lips at the sight, lust pounding your body in waves. The knight's cock was heavy and flush, the dark tip weeping. You squeezed your thighs in excitement, licking your lips. Criston’s tan hand jerked at the taught flesh, rumbling, “Needy little blossom.” It was almost funny how he stated it like a simple fact, yet you were on the edge of combustion.

“Y-yes! Please, want it so, want to be your bad girl, the bad princess…please,” you grew shy again after blurting out, “I- in m-my mouth Ser.”

Criston’s expression changed from playful to predatory, dark eyes narrowing a bit. He rasped, “Mhm, filthy little thing. I shouldn’t encourage this behavior. Especially as your protector.” As you shuffled forward to grab the thick flesh he stopped your hand, his amusement facing heady desire. You sulked, “Wanna learn so I can please you Ser.”

Ser Cole seemed content, enough to lean back on one arm, eyes roving to your tits and wide eyes. His other hand stroked himself one more time before shoving two fingers to your lips. You opened dutifully for the intrusion, eyes rolling back in bliss.

Criston’s princess was a dream, a godsdamn dream. He pressed the pads of his fingers down on her tongue, watching her shiver and whine. He soothed, “Settle now, I’ll teach you how. But I need my sweet girl to settle down. Focus on my fingers. Nothing else.” She nodded, wet lashes upon her cheeks now. Her hands were neatly placed in her lap.

He took the still moment to reflect, idly rubbing his cock. She was well trained. Helaena was the same in her mannerisms unless she grew distracted. Before Criston even remotely began to have romantic feelings, his blossom had always held him ensnared. She was horribly timid and clutched to Alicent’s skirts, then began to seek him for comfort. The white knight earned her trust with a trinket he bought in town. A small Yitish jade dragon— to place upon her bedside table. She still had it there, pristine and well-kept.

Criston was not sure when his protective nature slid into desire. It began with jealousy, perhaps around her name-day celebration and resulting tourney. Alicent and Otto were looking for a mate. Something twisted deep within his chest. Criston did not want the sweet thing to leave the castle. Get wedded and bedded by some callous lord or idiot heir.

Her smile after he routed the competition brought great happiness to his heart. That twisted thing in his chest swelled with a possessive pride that soared past his normal feelings for Alicent's children. He hated the feast. The princess was shyly speaking to a young Redwyne lad. The Arbor was too far away for his liking. Yet nothing panned out. He couldn't beat a boy for being kind.

Criston strapped his back bloody and raw for a fortnight as penitance. He could not imagine being a snake slithering around waiting for her. He already knew she held affection for him. Thus prayer would work, and he would be a good, pious protector. Alicent made a small comment and he withdrew from being too close. Those woes seemed to be gone by the time she turned eight and ten— leading to now.

The sweet, blossomed woman was dozing around his fingers now. Criston purred, "Such a good princess, just likes to be bad. That's okay, you deserve it, so kind for helping me out." She softly whimpered and drooled as he pressed upon her tongue.

"Gorgeous, being good for me."

She whined in response, pretty lashes fluttering. Criston almost lost her affection once. That dreadful day with Aegon and Ser Arryk telling him to stand down. He could have wrung his neck. But fear overcame the anger. The knight knew she mustn't gain access to that horrid secret. Criston prayed and prayed and prayed, mutilated, and prayed that Alicent would keep the truth hidden. Something in the uncomfortable hairshirt worked, his blossom forgave him, and the Gods had granted him a boon. Certainly, she was meant to be his then?

Criston blinked out of his reverie, asking gently "Blossom, are you with me?"

She looked like she was under her poppy tinctures. He smiled a bit, the princess blissed out from Criston alone. Eventually, she nodded, trying to speak around his digits. He sighed, "I think I've changed my mind, why don't you come sit in my lap? Must be chilly down there."

The blossom whined when Criston pulled his fingers out, mumbling, "Yes Ser, yes, whatever you need." She clambered onto foal-like legs, Criston guiding her to the plush leather chair. The man easily pulled her frame atop him. He hissed lowly as her ass pressed against his aching cock. Fighting the feeling, he nuzzled into reddish waves, lips quirked up. The knight whispered "You've always been such a pious one. Did you ever touch yourself?"

She shook her head slowly, body melting into Criston's. Her hands wrapped around his bigger wrists. The princess whimpered, "No, never, I would not dare. It is sinful," she paused for a long time, "Right?" Cole chuckled, one hand of his rubbing soothing circles onto her side. He teased "We're together now, I prayed for it, the Seven smile upon us. How can it be sinful if you're touching yourself for me? The Seven-Pointed Star says you may indulge with a paired soul."

He grabbed her chin to emphasize his point, her innocent eyes making his cock hurt "I would say we are paired souls. Do you agree?"

"You know it to be true, you always have," she stated.

"Good. I'll touch you instead, so you may remember this and feel better when I am away."

He bunched her woolen dress, exposing her plush thighs and untainted maidenhead. Criston inhaled sharply, fingers digging into the wrinkled cloth. He could see her slick and aroused, flesh darkened with need. The man gritted his jaw in restraint, he would treat the sweet girl like the delicate blossom she was. Her eyes were still upon him, dark and wet, skin flushed. Ser Cole could feel the tacky way his cock was plastering itself to her ass with his prick leaking the way it was.

"Does it please you?" came her tiny warble.

Criston groaned, "Yes, yes, more than anything yes...Hold your dress up now. I...need to take care of you sweet blossom. My needs can wait." She sniffled and clung to her raised layers of dress, head shyly tucked away as she panted. The Hand gripped the giving flesh of her thigh, coaxing her to open wider with a gentle coo. The redhead shivered in response, breasts bouncing as her breath hitched.

"Have you been this wet for me before?"

"Mhmmm," she whined, hiding her embarrassed look.

"Need you to watch blossom, or you won't know how," he stated. He could feel her gaze watch as Criston's spit-slick fingers cautiously slid across her opening. She mewled in response, gasping, "Ser!" He hushed and laid tiny lush kisses, easing her heightening fears. "Slow and gentle, breathe for your knight," came his rasp.

"Ser, Cris- oh heavens, oh what is that? S-so good!"

He laughed, "A special place the mother gave you, the maiden bestowed for naughty princesses like you to rut on and make a mess. You're making quite a mess, all wet and needy." She moved back against his swollen prick, Criston's eyes fluttering. His princess babbled, "'S for you, m'not, not, naugh-ty." He assured her she wasn't, now narrating his way down to her entrance.

"Your sweet pearl is fun to play with, but most green boys don't know how to work a woman's body. I'll let you take your own pleasure too."

The tips of his fingers slid into her wet warmth, tight and silky smooth. They both gasped into the room's silence, Criston groaning in contentment. He slid further in, minding her reactions. Maiden above she was tight. She planted her feet on the leather chair, her dress falling back. Criston was taken aback as she breathed, "Want to touch you, not this silly dress."

"Seven Hells, you'll send me to an early grave..."

Her hands held onto his forearms as Criston began to delve into her cunt, easing her in with rhythmic slides. She was growing restless, cute tits bouncing with every heave of breath. He would surprise her with the sweet spot. The marcher curled his fingers upwards, dragging against the soft ridged area.

He smirked as her chest hitched once more, a small confused noise leaving petal lips. Criston playfully crooked his fingers back and forth as watched her whine and squirm raptly. The man whispered against her ear, “Feel the heel of my palm? Go on, use your hips.”

Criston’s smirk broke into a smile as she rode his hand and fingers, shyly at first. The princess’ hips twitched tentatively, her slick cunt moving against Criston with ease. He nuzzled her neck, pressing more little kisses as she sped up, fingers digging into his arms. The knight found himself mumbling between kisses, “Good…so good..thassit’.”

His blossom was rutting hard now, huffing between her broken noises. Cole could feel her tighten around him, even one of her pretty tits under his hand was budded and tight. His dark gaze noticed her thighs were quivering as she grew frantic with pleasure, crying Criston’s name. It made his heart swell. Yet the deep-seated craving wasn't met by the hand of the king.

“Mine. Say you're mine. Before you come. Now.”

Her hips stuttered and ground down hard, the princess throwing her head back onto Criston's shoulder as she cried, "I am yours, only yours, forever yours Ser Cole! Hnghhh- oh my gods! Please!" She looked up toward him, begging softly, riding his hand, her ass rubbing Criston's prick to near completion. He demanded her release, gasping as the innocent m thing squealed and gushed all over his hand, grabbing onto him for dear life.

She sobbed in pleasure, sending a gut punch to Criston's own throbbing balls. He gripped down on her with his free hands, squeezing her soft hips as he rutted with heavy grunts, blinking and gasping for breath as he emptied all over her clothed backside. Criston moaned her name, pressing his sweating forehead to her shoulder, inhaling their mixed scent. He rasped, "Lovely blossom, just lovely, I'm so proud of you my love."

She stared with swollen eyes, the prettiest smile upon her lips as she said, "I love you Criston."

He would take that memory to battle with him. Else the man feared he'd pick her up and abscond. He was too deep, had too many scores to settle, dying with a name worth living for. Yet. Yet, she was always there, waiting for him. Ser Criston shut his ever-spinning mind down for the evening.

Criston was leaving for the Riverlands in the morn. He'd kept you by his side for the last week or so. It did not matter where— the throne room, the barracks, his tower, even the council again. People stared and remained silent. Alicent had refused to speak to either of you and Aemond looked at you like a common whore. It did not matter when you had your love.

Ser Cole was insatiable in the bedroom since he brought you to a peak with his fingers. He'd taught you how to suck him, rub him, how to get off on his thighs or tight stomach. Every night you'd lain in a mess of sweat, tears, and come. Nothing was finer than taking a sensual bath afterward, soaping each other up between slow kisses. You were in love, truly, but at such an awful time. You prayed the gods would give him back to you. You feared what would come of you when he left. The thought of death was too much.

Your white knight was in a forlorn mood tonight, holding you tightly. You rubbed his thigh and consoled Criston, "I have a dragon you know. I shall be fine." He grimaced and rolled over to face you, handsome face twisted with emotions. The marcher asked, "I hope you think me to be good and kind even after this all. Don't let me die in vain."

"Don't talk like that," you chastised, frowning.

He grumbled further, sinking into his foul mindset, barbs upon his tongue. A tense argument broke out between you two. Criston ended it by shoving himself atop you and bursting into tears. He gritted, "I am, fucking hell, reconsidering everything now. I must go on. I must face my reality, we both should. But it...hurts! It fucking hurts! You have to grow up now! I've left you in your pretty gilded cage for too long!"

You blinked in shock, his tears hitting your face. Criston seemed to deflate, apologizing and weeping, "M'just scared, I can't leave you alone, I can't. You're all I need. Oh gods forgive me." This was the side of the marcher you knew few had seen. Vulnerable, real, human. Criston huffed into your neck, his hands digging into your waist.

“You’re not wrong-“

“I didn’t mean it.”

“Whether you did or not, ‘tis true Criston. We must face our fates whether that be now or later. I must prepare my own dragon to defend the city. You must go lead our troops. I can’t sit and weep the rest of my life.”

He gazed with wet eyes, red rimmed and dark lashes clumped. You caressed your knight’s cheek, murmuring, “I want you to have me before you leave. The gods never promise anything.”

A soft noise fell from his swollen lips, Criston readjusting himself between your lax thighs. You thought idly about giving him your tincture with the way the man was shaking. He rasped, “They don’t, not the Stranger. I want to make this…good.” Criston’s lips trembled as he pressed them tenderly to your own, balancing himself on an elbow. You wrapped your arms around his wide shoulders, opening up.

The kiss spoke of the utter fear in the air. Long drags of tongue and sucking of lips, no urgency in the sacred moment. You arched into him, suckling gently on the tip of Criston’s hot tongue. He groaned, hips twitching against yours as he tilted his face some, lips dancing yet insistent. You grabbed some of his dark hair, crying out when he nipped your lip. The man ate up your noises, hands greedily roving your body.

“I love you,” he spoke, voice wobbly.

His lips moved down your jaw and neck, sucking at that sensitive place below your ear.

Criston’s cock had grown flush and heavy between your legs, twitching with need. Your own desire began to drip with slick and pounded with blood flow. You rocked against him with a whine, Criston’s eyes flicked to you with a sly smile as he ground back. You threw your head back in pleasure as he massaged and lapped at your tits, sucking at your tits with desperate noises.

Once again you yanked at his hair and Criston moaned, pausing to take your lips again. He murmured, urgency to his voice, “I’m going to stretch you out blossom, as best as I can, wan’ you to feel good. Feel so good.” The urge to cry bubbled up but you nodded along anyways, spreading your legs like the good princess. His good princess.

Criston hitched one of your thighs up around his waist, the other he held out. The man inhaled at your tender mound, eyes black as the coal on his sigil. You shivered involuntarily at the feeling of those sculpted lips sealing around your pearl, sucking ever so softly. One of your hands slapped down on the bed as you whimpered, thighs tightening. His calloused fingers swiped at your slick cunt, diving in two off the get.

It wasn’t painful— you’d gotten quite used to two fingers from your lover. But he pumped a couple of times before stretching his fingers outwards. That was a new feeling, a bothered whine elicited from the sensation. Criston flicked his tongue a couple of times and that was forgotten as hot licks of pleasure bundled up in your belly.

His ring finger slid in, a new feeling, a bit of a pinch. Criston rambled, “Breathe love, breathe, doing so good for me. The most obedient princess, wanton for her night. I wish you could see how much of a mess you’re already making.” He smiled at your keen of arousal and embarrassment, three fingers stretching your tight walls. He dove back down to flick, suck, lick at your pearl— relentlessly so.

Your hand not trying to rip the bed gripped his short hair, thighs clamping down now. He was abusing your other gifted place, curling his fingers as if to bring your release forward. Wet noises of his hungry mouth and ravenous fingers filled the room. He grunted, hips jerking to a standstill when you whimpered, “So close, closeclose, I love you, oh stars Criston.”

He didn’t cease his movements as you felt goosebumps arise across your hot skin, sweat beginning to bead up as pleasure rose and rose. Your lower stomach was a tight cord, ready to come undone, winding tighter and tighter. All you could do was mewl and squirm, enslaved to his ministrations. You gaped, breath going staccato, whining through your nose.

The coil snapped.

You fell apart in a flurry of shaking limbs, mouth wide open yet not a peep coming out. It was intense and fiery, the flames of carnal delights searing you. Criston moaned softly, “Ah- gorgeous blossom, made a mess all over.” He licked his swollen lips and wet chin, cock beaded and bobbing between trim thighs. You watched in a haze, feelings the subtle burn from his beard brushing your delicate skin. It felt delightful to you— the dull throb.

“Want you, please, want your,” you paused, “Want us to be truly together.”

Criston nodded, hand on his prick, precariously sliding atop your limp form. He slicked up the head of his already weeping member with your own essence, eyes rolling back at the sensation. Criston nuzzled against your face, promising to make you feel good. He seemed to grow more emotional, taking his time with sliding the blunt head around your entrance.

Carefully holding wide shoulders you tried to relax your nervous body, going limp when his cock breached your tight cunt. Criston shivered, pushing forward a bit more, gasping out. “Princess, are you okay? Hm?” Worried brown eyes flitted around as he met your eyes. You nodded in a slow jerk, it was uncomfortable but more foreign than anything. The man pushed in further, your inner walls stretching to accommodate his thick cock.

There it was, a pinch inside. Your chest went a little tight, nails digging into his shoulders. Criston’s mouth opened but you surged forward to kiss him, thighs and heels urging the man on. You’d never wanted anything else but this, right now. He moaned deep and long, holding himself from going too far. Inch by inch he settled, the pair of you panting into eachother’s mouth. A pregnant pause settled over your connected forms, his eyes upon yours. Brown and plum.

You didn’t have to say it again— it was felt.

Criston gingerly pulled out on a soft whine, pushing himself back into your cunt. Then again. Over and over until he built up a pace, mouth hanging open as he groaned helplessly. The friction was delicious, the pain blending away to fall into deep pleasure. Your nails clawed at his back some, keening your lovers name as he began to fuck you in earnest.

You felt so fucking full and satisfied, Criston’s gorgeous moans urging you to fuck back onto his fat prick. Useless babbles left your lips, “Full, oh, oh you feel s’good.” Criston whined wetly against your neck, feverishly kissing and sucking as he grabbed your hips to get a better angle. His beard rubbed your neck and collarbones raw— another reminder of his love. The marcher’s chest heaved as his hips and balls hit your skin, leaving nothing back as he gave in.

“Godsdammit, hah, sweet blossom, taking your knight so well. Made for me, swear- swear it.”

“All for you.”

He bit down on your neck, thrusting at a breakneck pace. The dark haired knight couldn’t quit from rambling or moaning, eyes scrunched shut as your tight pussy milked him. You squirmed under his heavier body, Criston’s chest hair rubbing against the delicate skin of your breasts, your nipples aching from the friction. Your nails drew deeper scores into his back. Tears pricked at your eyes.

Once again you were at the precipice.

Why did this feel like the last?

Criston whined as his hips stuttered, cock twitching deep inside. His tactful thrusts were mismatched and sloppy, the firmness of his voice chipped away to quavering emotional whimpering. You tightened further, your cunt spasming in waves as you felt the familiar throes burn deep inside. So good it hurt. The pair of you came undone together, sounding like a pair of young lovers squealing and crying. Thick ropes of his cum painted your insides, another shiver crossing your frame.

Would it be so bad if his seed took?

Criston fell down to his side, cock slipping out in a mess of spend and blood. He grabbed onto you tightly, tears slipping down your cheek. Your own tears mingled with his, you absently petting dark hair. He laughed blithely, “I shall bear your wounds proudly, hmph.” You pointed out your neck, agreeing to do the same in case you were needed.

“I’ll pray for you my love.”

“And I you.”

Many winters and summers later, barflies would say you could catch glimpses of a ragged white knight asking where his blossom was, down on some road south of the Gods Eye. The ghost would never know she perished in dragonflame, best that he didn’t, if anyone even knew what the apparition was talking about.

#ser criston cole x reader #ser criston cole #criston cole x reader #kingmaker era #heed the tags #targaryen!reader #hotd smut #hotd fanfiction

[theres-a-body-here]

more demo

Territorial

The Demogorgon x Reader

Reader is GN but is AFAB

After a long, losing trial against the Xenomorph, you decided to forgo cleaning up at camp and instead decide to head directly to the Hawkin's realm to be with Demogorgon. You were exhausted, covered in acidic blood, and cold.

All you want is to be with Demo and get some rest. You make your way through the fog and eventually find the gates to the Laboratory, opening them and walking towards the main room you guys have turned into a nest.

Upon entering the dimly lit chamber, you spot Demogorgon waiting patiently for your arrival. His eyes light up (figuratively speaking), and he lets out a delighted chitter as he sees you enter.

Quickly, he rushes crawls towards you and pulls you along into the makeshift nest. He starts grooming you tenderly, running his claws through your hair and inspecting every inch of your body for signs of injury.

But then he stopped.

Sniffing the air cautiously, Demogorgon picks up an unfamiliar scent lingering on your clothes and skin – the acrid odor of the Xenomorph.

Jealousy fills his heart, causing him to emit a series of plaintive whines and moans. He presses his muzzle against your neck, taking deep breaths as if trying to reassure himself that you belong solely to him. Despite finding the situation humorous, you can't help but feel flattered by his possessiveness

“Don't worry, Demo,” you say softly, reaching out to embrace him tightly. “I just had a trial with her.”

His whimpers subside momentarily, replaced by soft rumbling coming from his chest as he feels your warmth enveloping him. Slowly, he pulls you deeper into the nest, covering your bodies with discarded fabrics and blankets.

It becomes apparent that he wants nothing more than to eradicate all traces of the Xenomorph from your body, replacing them with his unique musk instead. You wrap your arms around him even tighter, allowing him to nuzzle and rub against you as he pleases.

Demogorgon parts his flower-like maw, revealing the abyss of teeth within. He brings your head close to his mouth, swallowing it whole in one swift motion. Then, you feel something wet and slimy brushing against your face – his tongue. He proceeds to lick and caress every inch of your features.

It's his version of a makeout sesh.

The feeling of countless razor-sharp teeth pressing against your skin sends shivers down your spine, but you trust Demogorgon completely, knowing that he wouldn't harm you.

Eventually, he withdraws his face from yours, leaving your head covered in his viscous saliva.

His petal flaps twist into annoyance as he takes a deep sniff, attempting to detect any remaining trace of the Xenomorph's presence.

It remains stubbornly persistent.

Frustrated, Demogorgon lets out a low growl before turning his attention towards your garments. With careful precision, he starts nipping at the cloth, slowly tearing them apart piece by piece. Understanding his intentions, you hasten the process by removing your clothes voluntarily.

"Okay, okay, I get it," You chuckle out as you undress completely and sit back down within the nest.

As soon as you strip bare, Demogorgon wastes no time in getting to work.

Without skipping a beat, Demogorgon dives straight for your most sensitive area, encasing your genitals within his five-petaled mouth. His tongue works tirelessly, probing and licking every fold as your moans fill the air.

With each lap of his tongue, your juices flow freely, mixing with his copious amounts of saliva.

Your hands grasp his head firmly while bucking your hips against his face, desperately holding onto him as he devours your pussy. His claws dig into your chest as he holds you down. He leaves faint marks as he keeps you in place, unwilling to relinquish control.

After a while, Demogorgon retracts his face, leaving behind a sticky trail between your thighs.

His fat cock slithers forth from the slit between his legs, excreting pre-cum liberally as it quivers with anticipation. He crawls over you, peppering your face in rapid, wet pecks, as he lines his cock to your cunt.

Wrapping his gangly arms around your waist, Demogorgon pushes his cock inside you with excruciating slowness. Each inch penetrates further, stretching your inner walls to their limits.

Your moans echo throughout the room as Demo tries to bury his cock even deeper inside you. He trembles violently at the sensation of your tightness, letting out a series of pleased whines.

As his excitement grows, Demogorgon begins to ram his cock into you with increasing ferocity. The sound of flesh slapping together fills the air as he pounds relentlessly, muffled only by your mingled moans.

Your body jerks uncontrollably underneath him, your moans cracking in pitch. Demo continues to lick at your face as drives his cock deeper into your cunt.

It gets harder to stay quiet as he stirs your insides. "Fucccccckkkk, Demo!" you cry out, voice warbling with every thrust.

As his massive cock slams against your cervix repeatedly, you cry out in bliss, your voice growing hoarse from all the shouting.

With each brutal thrust, Demogorgon's growls intensify, indicating just how close he is. His claws tighten their hold on you. So hard they start to draw small droplets of blood.

One final plunge sees him embed his cock deep within your womb, spewing gallons of hot seed directly inside.

Collapsing on top of you, Demogorgon's cock slips out of your pussy with a wet squelch. As his seed drips down your leg, he burrows his face into your shoulder.

Inhaling deeply, Demogorgon picks up traces of the Xenomorph's lingering scent, much to his annoyance. He lets out a low growl.

It seems like there's more work to be done…

Feeling his cock stiffening once more, you realize he won't stop till he ensures that only his smell remains on you. You let out an exhausted sigh.

it's gonna be a long few hours.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dbd #gn!reader #gn reader #demogorgon x reader #demogorgon #stranger things x reader #stranger things #teratophillia #monsterfucker #monster x human #monster boyfriend

[jinwoosungs]

{ 012 }

- jjk boys as neko atsume cats pt. 1 -

featuring: megumi fushiguro; yuji itadori; yuta okkotsu; choso

crack; fluff

[ megumi fushiguro - tatami mat ]

megumi would be considered a rare cat, for sure. he is aloof and fiercely independent; and more often than not, he keeps to himself. being much more of an active cat during the late hours of the night, it was a surprise that you managed to catch him on your balcony on a moonless night.

you had spent the day studying for your exams, your work lasting well into the late hours of the night. you thought about continuing your studies, but the sudden ache felt against your head and the way your stomach was growling, practically begging for some sustenance was what ultimately makes you stop.

as you prepared some instant ramen, a quick and easy meal to satisfy your hunger pangs, your ears detect the faint sound of a low mrow. you look toward the sound and let out a gasp, seeing a gorgeous, black cat grooming itself on your tatami mat settled outside on your balcony.

during the mornings when you were able to relax without having to worry about work or your university life, you liked to brew some coffee or tea while sitting on your tatami mat to enjoy the cityscape, so you were pleasantly surprised to see a cat enjoying that same mat.

feeling intrigued by the cat, you shut off the tea kettle and placed your bowl of instant ramen off to the side. not wishing to scare off the cat, you searched through your cupboards to give to him as a treat and settled on giving him the wrapped chicken sausage.

you tiptoe towards your balcony, and the cat ends up hearing your incoming footsteps. he stands in a defensive stance, claws ready to rip through the tatami mat as it's startling, green eyes met with your gaze.

you slide open the glass door and gently coo at him. "it's okay you pretty thing. it's alright, i'm just here to give you a treat."

your movements were slow, and you carefully watch as the cat's fur steadily lost its bristling quality. wanting to get a closer look at him, you kneel down to his height, still keeping your eyes on him as you unwrap the chicken sausage and held it out for him to take.

"it's alright, here, why don't you have some?"

the black cat takes tentative steps forward, sniffing at the sausage before biting down on it. a pleased purr was heard coming from him, and you giggled each time he ate the sausage while seeming to vibrate with delight.

within minutes, the cat finishes off the sausage, purring loudly now when he gets off your mat and closer to you. his claws were retracted, and you giggled when he climbs on top of your lap, curling his body against you all while purring.

"you're such a sweet thing..." you continue to admire the gorgeous cat, somehow knowing that he would be yours from now on.

[ yuji itadori - strawberries ]

yuji is going to be the most common cat you will ever see! he is not shy, and each time you offered any snacks to him, he will happily devour it! although his favorite seems to be the fresh strawberries that you share with him. it's just a shame that your family won't let you keep a cat within the house...

you were simply in bed, scrolling through your phone when the sounds of a familiar scratch was heard outside of your windowsill.

with a wide grin on your face, you swing your legs out of bed and toss your phone against your pillow. trying to hold back your giggles, you open the window to let in the cat with cinnamon colored fur.

he greets you with a purr, allowing his face to rub against your arm when he jumps down against the hardwood flooring of your room. with brown eyes shining brightly, your silly cat lands on his back while squirming around, showing its belly to you.

"oh, you know i could never resist you!" falling down to your knees for him, you give him the much needed belly rubs you were certain he was craving for. while basking in his gentle meows, you scratch at the bottom of his chin, spending a few more minutes spoiling your favorite cat with your soft and eager pats.

"ah, i almost forgot! i brought your favorite snack!" you move away from your cat momentarily, earning a displeased mrow from him. you hear him huff, sitting on all fours with his ears twitching slightly. with an eagerness, you grabbed the bowl of fresh strawberries off of your desk, placing it on the floor as you held one of the juicy berries for him to take. "alright buddy, remember to eat this in moderation. go on, have some."

letting out a happy meow, your cat steps forward and munches on the strawberry, its teeth biting into the juicy berry all while purring. he ends up devouring the fruit within mere seconds, making you laugh upon seeing his mouth dyed in red.

"you are so cute!" you gush at him, already picking up the precious cat while settling him in your arms. as you were stroking its fur, a knock was heard at your door, revealing your father.

you freeze upon seeing him, feeling anxious at the thought of being punished by him. your parents had told you that keeping pets were a big no-

but you felt hopeful upon seeing your father's gentle expression.

"i'm sorry for coming in so suddenly, but... your laughter was heard throughout the house, and i had to check on you."

you remain silent, allowing your father to come into the room and settle down beside you. he smiles down at the cat, chuckling as it gave him a head tilt of curiosity.

reaching out a hand to pet the cat, your father sighs. "does this cat truly make you this happy?"

you eagerly give him a nod in response. "yes! yuji means the world to me!"

your father sighs while ruffling at your hair. "so you already named him?" he asks while trailing his eyes towards the bowl of strawberries, "well, i guess it's too late to get rid of him now. my mother always told me that once you feed a cat and name them, they're practically yours for life."

you watch him with wide eyes, still holding on to your yuji when you shakily ask him. "c-can i keep him?"

he faces you and gives you a wink, "i'll let your mom know that you'll take care of him." with those final words, he leaves you alone with yuji, basking in the sounds of your happy laughter.

[ yuta okkotsu - a comforting blanket ]

like yuji, yuta would not be much of a rare cat. he's a soft kitty that craves for love and affections. it doesn't take much to satisfy him, and he would make the perfect house pet for anyone that's willing to give him a chance...

you came home from a late shift at work, feeling the exhaustion seeping into your bones as you called out.

"yuta, i'm home!"

you frown when you couldn't hear the sounds of his eager meowing. usually, yuta would greet you with eagerness, grey eyes looking at your with adoration while he rubbed his tabby fur against your legs.

"yuta? yuta!" you end up searching your apartment in a bit of a panic, not stopping as you acted like a madman searching for your pet. you left not a single nook or cranny untouched, even forcing yourself to fall down to your knees to see if he was hiding beneath your couch.

by the end of it all, you were left a bit of a sweating mess, finally going into your room as you called out to him once more.

"yuta! yu-" you finally trail off, looking at your bed as something suspiciously round was seen buried beneath your blanket. a sense of relief was felt coursing through you the moment you land in bed with an audible oomf!

this catches yuta's attention as you could see his form shifting from beneath the blankets before popping his head out to meet with your tired gaze.

mrow?

"you silly booger, don't scare me like that...!" you reach out a hand to scratch at his ears, earning a purr from him.

as if knowing that you were exhausted, yuta comes closer and cuddles you, rubbing his head against your chest before laying next to you. with a happy sigh, you wrap your arms around who had to be the best cat in the entire world.

[ choso - bandages and canned tuna ]

choso would be a rare cat, mainly due to his shy nature and tendency to keep to himself. maybe it's because of how unsettling his eyes appear, but the other cats seem to feel scared around him, often attacking choso for no reason at all than out of self defense.

it was a rainy day when you decided to head out into the convenience store to buy something to eat. you held an umbrella and bag of your favorite foods comfortably within your hands, humming a gentle tune while making your way home.

what you weren't expecting was to see a cat with deep, ebony fur injured at the side of the road. letting out a gasp, you quickly got down on your knees to assess the cat. it was frail, with its body trembling while struggling to take deep breaths. on its side, you saw what looked like deep claw marks that was already oozing with blood.

"oh, you poor thing." the cat hears you, opening its eyes to reveal a startling, violet gaze. mustering all the strength it had, you felt it give your fingertips a gentle lick in response while letting out a weak and meager meow.

"come on, i'm taking you home with me."

not caring about the rain and how the cat's wet fur was staining your clothes, you hang on to the cat tightly while jogging you way back to your apartment.

tossing your umbrella off to the side, you unlock and enter your apartment with the injured cat still in your arms. as you settled him on the linoleum floors of your kitchen, you realized that it was a male cat and decided to help heal him.

for starters, you gently cleaned the claw marks settled on the side of his abdomen, feeling your heart break at the painful meows he was giving you.

"i know i know, it hurts but it's gonna be okay." you coo at the cat with the vivid, violet eyes, grateful that the cut wasn't too deep while carefully bandaging him. with his wound covered, you immediately grabbed two small bowls from your cabinet, filling one of them up with water as you set it in front of the cat.

you watch as his cute little snout sniffs at the bowl, slowly crawling forward before finally taking rapid drinks from it. the sight of the cute cat drinking with such fervor made your heart ache, wondering if no one had ever taken care of him before.

as he was busy drinking, you reach into your bag to pull out a can of tuna. you thought about making a light sandwich, but figured that your cat needed this more than you did. as you popped open the can, you scooped out half of its contents into a bowl before kneeling down once more, offering the morsel to him.

as if smelling the delicious tuna, your cat moves away from the bowl of water and steps closer to the tuna, making you laugh when he seemed to prance towards the bowl.

letting out an eager mrow, you watch as your cat dives into the tuna, letting out purrs whilst he ate, knowing that he felt more than a little content now.

with a smile, you continue watching the cat enjoy his meal, giving him gentle pets while musing to yourself. "i guess it's just you and me now... i wonder what i should name you."

your mind races with a plethora of names, not stopping until a rather unique one falls from your parted lips. "how about choso?"

the moment those syllables were uttered, your cat stops eating, meeting your gaze with a tilt of his head. you smile and coo at him, "do you like that name? choso? my little choso?"

choso ends up letting out a loud and drawn out mroowww in response, completely ignoring his food to come closer and cuddle next to you. with a giggle, you continue to stroke at his deep ebony fur, kissing at his forehead for good measure just to make sure he knew how much you loved him.

a.n. - i got into this super cute game called neko atsume, and i cannot stop 😭😭 playing it made me think of how our jjk boys would be as cats, so it's very silly! i hope you readers enjoy this anyways 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x y/n #megumi fushiguro fluff #yuji itadori fluff #yuji itadori x y/n #yuji itadori x reader #yuta okkotsu fluff #yuta okkotsu x y/n #yuta okkotsu x reader #choso x reader #choso x y/n #choso fluff #.stories

[cyfics]

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Title: Shoto’s Shell

Warnings: NSFW! Mistress, mentions of breeding; etc…

Pairing: Cat Hybrid! Todoroki X Reader

Pronouns: she/her AFAB

Synopsis: A chapter from my story on aO3 “Day Job”

Word count: 2K!

Note: unedited + unproof read

On aO3 as Cyfics

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You handed the boys each of their specially picked out collars and awaited their reactions! You handed the first one to Shoto “wow this is.. really beautiful, thank you Mistress.” Shoto bowed his head at you and accepted the gift “I’ve told you before Shoto! You can just call me Y/n.” You reached out and pet his head.

Shoto blushed shyly from the contact, head lowered as he continued to stare at the gift in his hands. He wasn’t sure how to feel right now but he knew that he felt good, it felt right to him for you to give him gifts and spoil him like this. “Alright Mistress Y/n.” You sighed, hopefully one day he’d learn.

“Me next me next!” Eijiro bounced in place as he awaited impatiently, you gave a small smile before holding it out to him. Eijiro snatched the crimson collar from your hands and immediately put it on himself to showcase to Katsuki! “Look at me! It’s red!” Eijiro was elated.

“Whatever shitty hair, where’s mine?” Katsuki brushed Eijiro off and bumped him as he held his hand out expectedly. “D-Don’t be impolite Kacchan..” Izuku held softly onto his bunny ears and glanced away “Whatever I’ll do what I want.

Hand the collar over lady.” You quickly chucked the collar to him so he wouldn’t be upset with you much longer.

“Camouflage?” He started to inspect it, it looked as if he thought it was distasteful “I can get you a different one if you’d like-“ you began to offer “No! I’m wearing it and it’s mine!” Katsuki shouted before quickly running off and putting it on “Very manly bro!” Eijiro shifted into his dog form and began to chase after Katsuki in the next room.

Denki sniffed at your arm to remind you he was there, you chuckled at his actions before gently passing over the special collar you got him “sweet! This is awesome, thank you Y/n!” He put it on excitedly before running away in Fox form, he probably didn’t want anyone to steal his precious shiny collar.

“And for you, Izuku.” You showed him the pretty dainty green collar from the store and his eyes went wide, his whole face brightened and he quickly took it off your hands. You watched as he put it on and immediately softened in place, it looked like he was melting. “I love it! It’s perfect! Thank you Y-Y/n!” Izuku shifted on each foot.

“Y/n, I don’t mean to be a bother but my fur coat hasn’t had a comb in a while.” Shoto crossed his arms and glanced at you, you were a bit surprised “oh I apologise Shoto! I could grab a brush for you?” You asked him. You watched as Shoto’s face darkened, he gasped softly and looked away from you “O-Of course Mistress Y/n.” He had never stammered before.

His words and even stature were all perfect so why now did he look disheartened? “Y/n! You’re making him do it himself?” Izuku looked as if he had just watched you kill someone “Am I not supposed to? I apologise Shoto I thought that you’d prefer to do it on your own!” You exclaimed “if a hybrid suggests grooming to their owner they’re trusting the owner to do it for them!” Izuku explained like a little nerd.

“It’s alright Mistress really, you don’t need to trouble yourself.” Shoto walked off to his self assigned bedroom which he hadn’t even began to decorate yet, all of his decorations continuing to sit out in the car. You ran after him feeling guilty, following close behind him up the stair way “Shoto! I didn’t mean to upset you!” You apologised.

You stood in the doorway of Shoto’s room, remembering the *only* important thing that your father had told you about his animals. If they have a self assigned space then you need to ask permission before entering, you huffed as you tried to catch your breath. Shoto was sulking with his knees against his chest under the covers.

“Shoto! Could I come in please?” It took a moment for him to respond “Yes Mistress.” You slowly made your way inside, the room was mainly empty except for his bed and dresser which also was empty. You sat on the edge of Shoto’s bed and frowned “Shoto I’m truly sorry, if you’d like I can groom your fur now?” You asked him.

“Sure..” he slowly removed his blanket off his head before crawling over and laying his head in your lap, you were quite suprised! You were sure he wanted you to groom his cat self! Shoto passed you a comb from his pocket, you weren’t sure as to where he got it but you took it from him and got to work.

You gently began to brush through his hair, his very very soft and smooth hair. You were careful as to not hurt his delicate head as you brushed any knots out, your brushing haltered for a moment when you heard a soft mewling come from under your touch. “Shoto? Are you alright?” Your question obviously flustered him.

Shoto’s face turned red and he immediately hopped up and backed up on the bed “I apologise Mistress Y/n! I didn’t mean to make such a vulgar noise in your presence!” Shoto apologised profusely “it’s alright Shoto, it was quite cute actually, come back and let me finish.” You pulled him into your arms and kept brushing him.

Every so often Shoto would mewl, hands reaching out into the air as if he was making biscuits. “Does this feel good Shoto?” You chuckled as you watched his revel in the attention “Yes Mistress!” He seemed to be getting more comfortable by the minute.

Shoto was saddened when you pulled away saying you were finished “you are?” He sat up and frowned. “I can keep patting you if you like?” You started giving him scritches from behind his ears, Shoto immediately started purring and rested his head on your shoulder.

“A-Ah Mistress. Be careful around my ears please they’re very sensitive to me.” Shoto was turning red all over now, his ears twitching under your touch. “I’m so sorry Shoto did that hurt you?” You asked with great concern “N-No, Mistress Y/n.. quite the opposite actually.” Shoto turned his head away from you bashfully.

“So it felt good?” Your eyes widened with realisation after figuring out what that meant “I’m so sorry Mistress I should’ve explained-“ you cut him off by touching his ears again. Shoto squeaked at first before relaxing into your touch and purring against you, his face nuzzled against your neck “W-Why are you..” he sighed breathlessly.

“Is this alright?” You asked him “Yes, Mistress.” Shoto nodded his head at you. You weren’t sure what was encouraging you to do this, maybe it was how cute he looked or maybe it was the fact you hadn’t been laid in months that was getting to you. “You’re such a pretty boy Shoto.” You praised him “yes, I am a pretty boy!” Shoto agreed eagerly.

Shoto sat in your lap with his knees on either side of your thighs, hands grasping your shoulders as his head resided against your neck. You felt him grow harder every moment as you were stimulating his ears “A-ah..” Shoto breathed out heavily, his hips beginning to roll against yours.

“I- I wanna breed you please..” Shoto whined. Breeding? You didn’t wanna get pregnant just yet “I’m not letting you cum inside me Shoto, if you wanna do this you’re gonna have to wear a condom.” You we’re strict telling him he couldn’t impregnate you. “Aw.. please, Mistress? I won’t ask for anything ever again!” He begged of you.

“No. Here, put this on Shoto.” Shoto was upset about it but took the condom from your fingers that you dished from out of the bottom of the mattress. Shoto eagerly started to strip for you, his top you have him coming off and onto the floor, next he started to slide down his bottoms. You watched as his tail uncurled and started swaying side to side happily.

You didn’t make Shoto wait any longer, your hands grasping at your own clothes and quickly removing them. “You’re so pretty Mistress, if there were shows for humans I’m sure you’d win them just for beauty alone.” Shoto commented as he admired your body “they do Shoto.” You smiled softly at him “You should sign up and show them this beauty..” Shoto eagerly crawled on top of you.

Your back laid up against the blankets, Shoto’s arms on either side of your head. Shoto slid his underwear off and started putting the condom on, complaining to himself about how he wanted to breed you and for you two to have little kittens together. You rolled your eyes at him light heartedly, you just couldn’t get pregnant right now.

Shoto pressed up against your entrance ready to enter but you stopped him “Shoto, you have to prep your partner first for sex! Otherwise it could seriously hurt.” You explain to him just in time. He pulls back “I apologise Mistress, I got a little ahead of myself there..” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he gets between your legs.

He brings his hand up and brushes his knuckles up against your hot cunt, it was radiating heat against his hand. Shoto spread out his hand and used two fingers to start rubbing at your clit in a circular motion, eyes focused on your cunt beginning to drip with slick.

You shifted on the bed, hips unable to stop moving up against his hand. Shoto continued to flick your clit for a little while, your reactions amusing him and his antics. You were just about ready to tell him off for teasing you until he slid a finger inside of you, your hole twitching against his singular finger.

“Mistress you’re very warm inside, very wet too.” Shoto commented as he started pumping the finger inside of you, figuring out pretty easily that he could effortlessly fit in another. Now he began to pump you with his two fingers, the tips of his fingers curling up and hitting against the sweetest of spots “Ah- that feels good..” you groaned.

Shoto continued to bask in your praise and continued to happily finger your eager hole, “I- I think I’m ready for you now Shoto.” You managed to get out. Shoto was happy to hear this, immediately crawling over you and placing himself between your legs up against your dripping entrance.

Shoto slid inside with ease, halting his movements for a moment to make sure you were okay before bucking his hips up against you. Shoto’s hands moved to grab at your torso, trying to move you down against him as he thrusted upwards into you. You bit down on your lip trying not to let out any loud noises, scared of the others hearing you.

“M-Mistress..” Shoto choked out as his cock was rubbing up against your warm and inviting walls. “S-Shoto, call me Y/n please.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kept thrusting into you “Y/n! It feels good!” Shoto mewled “I wanna cum inside of you, pump you fill of a litter of kittens!” Shoto began moving his hips against you faster.

You didn’t stop him as his began to stutter, his legs trembling a little as he released into the condom he was wearing. Shoto tiredly flipped on top of you, trying to just be as close with you as possible for the moment “Shoto, are you alright? Did you feel safe during that?” You caressed his tired head. Shoto nodded at you and looked at you through half lidded eyes “And you, Y/n?” He asked.

“I was fine. How about we clean you up and we go back down to the others hey?” You suggested. Shoto nodded his head tiredly “I can wipe you down if you just wanna have a little nap if you want Shoto?” You asked him “Yes please Y/n..” he pulled out of you and rolled onto the side of his bed.

You took the condom off of him and disposed of it, quickly getting yourself dressed before sneaking out the door to the upstairs bathroom to grab him a warm wet rag. You returned to the sleeping boy and wiped him down, covering him with the sheets before leaving again. Making sure to come up again later to leave him a bottle of water for when he awakened.

“Hey Y/n where’ve you been! We missed you!” Denki pouts “he doesn’t speak for all of us, ey Eijiro?” Katsuki crosses his arms upon seeing you “I missed you the most!” Eijiro ran over to you and jumped in your arms “Eh- Shitty hair.. Tch” Bakugou sucked his teeth.

#bnha #anime #bnha smut #bnha x reader #my hero academia #mha headcanons #bnha x reader smut #bnha fanfiction #bnha au #bnha x y/n #todoroki x y/n #todoroki smut #archive of our own #mha smut #my hero academia smut #boku no hero smut #boku no hero academia smut #shoto todoroki smut

[bigboysfalldeep]

Fabrizio was just doing his job when a foreigner approached him. He asked him for directions. Rome tends to be quite big for a stranger. At times, however, he spoke in his mother tongue, and Fabrizio didn't understand him. Still, trying his best, he listened more and more.

Something felt off; he got dizzy and sleepy, yet so intrigued by that man's beautiful voice. He asked him and ordered him to follow him into a more secluded alleyway. With no people around and no interference, Fabrizio thought it would be easier to understand him.

He stared into those glowing eyes for how long he wouldn't remember. The man kept talking and talking, and he listened to every word. "Now, boy, listen." The man said, laying a hand right on the officer's shoulder with his thumb at his neck. "You will do as I say, understood?"

Fabrizio nodded slowly, his mind everywhere at once, but most importantly, at this man's command. He led him further into the alleyway and into a small house. Right inside the apartment, the man closed the door, grabbing the officer's neck and whispering into his ear. "Well, get you ready, boy." He chuckled, tracing Fabrizio's firm jawline with his gloved hand.

"Now, officer, let's get you out of this." The man stroked the cop's chest firmly, enjoying how soft yet toned he felt. "Strip." He walked around him and watched Fabrizio unbutton his shirt. One button at a time, teasingly exposing more and more of him. The man rubbed his own hand across his bulging cock. "That's right, let's see." He said, approaching him once more.

Stroking the officer again, he grinned at the empty expression on Fabrizio's face. "So strong, yet so weak-minded." He caressed the cop's cheek gently, tracing his groomed beard with one finger.

Fabrizio stood there, drooling, his arms hanging motionless beside his chest, but something in him was reacting quite positively. Before, the man told him, whenever he touched him, to make his dick hard. And it was showing the man's pride. "Look at this, good boy." He said, grabbing the officers firmly.

Satisfied, he removed the shirt completely, sniffed it, and groaned. "A welcome addition." He said it, rubbing it against his crotch. "Now, flex." He snapped his finger, and Fabrizio posed, flexing both of his arms. "Yes. Good job." The man patted his strong, tensed chest, approaching him again.

He began to touch the officer's bulging muscles, his biceps, shoulder, and neck, enjoying every part of it. "That smell." He groaned again, hugging Fabrizio from behind, his nose burried against the neck, one hand on his abs, the other firmly on the twitching cock. Fabrizio couldn't help himself but let out a low, guttural moan.

"Yes, boy, you like?" The man intensified his grip on the officer, starting to grind on his ass with his hard dick. "Oh fuck." The man smirked before regaining his composure. "Let's keep going." He said removing the gun belt in one swift motion. "You won't need that any more." The man cast it aside and started to touch Fabrizio's thick ass through the uniform.

"Tight fit, eh? I bet you like it." He encompassed the officer's whole chest once more with his gloved hands before standing right in front of the cop. "Sit." He smiled and led Fabrizio towards the empty bed.

He sat down, and instantly, the man kneeled and began to take his boots off. The officer's body twitched from time to time, reacting to the short but powerful conditioning. And after a minute, the boots went off. "So good." The man took another sniff, and his eyes rolled back slightly as he touched himself again.

He put those heavy boots down and unbuttoned the pants. With two hands, he removed them. Still motionless, Fabrizio sat there in his already stained briefs. His dick was leaking heavily, much to the man's amusement.

Happily, he got on to the bed as well, hugging the officer from behind and pulling him back. "Good boy." He said, one hand around his neck, the other running across his upper body to the massive tent formed inside the underwear. "For now, I'll take your uniform." The man growled, intensifying his choke hold slightly. "But you're such a willing subject." He grinned, while Fabrizio gasped for air. The officer grabbed the arm around his neck in a desperate attempt to free himself, but it was no use. "Show me you're worth keeping." The man demanded, choking him some more. Fabrizio started to moan uncontrollably, his voice breaking more and more. "Cum for me, boy, be mine."

With one hand around the cock and the other around the neck, the man watched Fabrizio's body bend in pain and pleasure, and with that, his eyes rolled back, and his dick shot a massive load, one after another, right into the briefs and the man's hand.

"Good boy." The man loosened his chokehold, just enough to not kill that man. Fabrizios body twitched again and again, unconscious but alive. With his wet hand, he started to stroke the officer's body again, tenderly caressing his face once more. "I will come back for you, boy." The man whispered. "You're mine now."

#male on male #tf story #male hypno #male domination #male transformation #male hypnosis #gay hypno #hypno story #cop domination

[frozenjokes]

Signing Off - 5 (Finale)

Prev

SCAR

“Good. Now stay dead. ”

Scar huffed over Grian’s corpse, leaning to put his bloodied hands on his knees. He didn’t believe in ghosts. Never had! A haunted ship? Nonsense! Yeah, sure, that door on your rocking boat didn’t just close by itself, a ghost did it . Drunkards in taverns loved ghost stories, and listen, Scar was always happy to indulge, but he didn’t actually buy into it. There was no afterlife. No paranormal plane. He glared at Grian’s broken body, a small smile creeping across his face when nothing glowed or moved. As it should be. Grian had died the way he wanted after all, no need to come back and-

As Scar turned to leave, he found himself face to face with definitely-not-a-ghost Pearl. He gasped, backpedaling past Grian’s body, but Pearl set her teeth in a grim snarl, lunging forward. Scar covered his face as a wave of cold passed through him, unwilling to entertain these damn hallucinations any longer. He waited, giving his mind time to relax, then opened his eyes to no ethereal bodies. Scar let out a long breath. Good. He had a sinking ship to abandon. A hefty lurch of the boat and the increasing incline of the ground reminded him he was running out of time. With one last glance at Grian’s corpse, he carefully made his way back to the captain’s quarters.

There were pros and cons to a giant pillar falling directly through your bedroom, but most annoying being that his stuff was everywhere. Scar scanned the dark room for his hat, but mostly ended up feeling around until he ran into something. Eventually, he found it tucked behind his bed. Scar squinted as he touched it, and pulled it up. This wasn’t..

He screamed as something brushed between his legs, jumping up and landing on his bed. After a moment of wild searching for any ghosts hallucinations, Jellie jumped into his lap, meowing discontentedly.

��Oh,” Scar relaxed, only remembering to be angry a moment later, “Hey! I know you don’t like your crate, but I told you it was dangerous! You’d think after I put you back the second time you’d stay put. Bad cat.”

“Mow.”

“Well fine. Any idea how this got in here then?” Scar held up Mumbo’s hat, which he had thought he saw drift overboard during Mumbo’s fall. Jellie sniffed it, then leaned down to groom her belly.

“Right? It’s totally weird. Must not have closed my door all the way. Have you seen mine by chance?”

Jellie sneezed as her own fur went up her nose.

“Guess I’m on my own then.” Scar lifted her gently off his lap and set her down on the bed, picking up his cracked lantern off the floor. “Should help.”

Scar’s breath left him as the room was illuminated. Pearl’s hat, sitting on his splinted desk. Grian’s, hung on the shelf. Even Impulse’s bandana was there, resting in form on the pillar that had split his room in two. Scar backed toward the entryway, dropping Mumbo’s hat.

“Who is here? Who is on my ship? ” Scar’s voice crescendoed as he whipped his head around, grasping for his sword. “Stay, Jellie.” He slammed his chamber door closed. The rain had let up significantly since his fight with Grian, but the remaining mist had risen up, obscuring his vision. He held his lantern forward, eyes narrowed. The creaking wood was the only answer to his call, the labored breathing of his dying ship. Scar slid forward, nearly tripping over himself as he scrambled to his dinghy; his escape vessel. It was still there, right where he’d left it. Whoever was here with him apparently didn’t have any intention of leaving. But had they sabotaged it? Scar didn’t see anything different. He froze as a familiar cold slid over his back, gripping the edge of his dinghy with a veined fist.

“Leave. Me. Alone.” He couldn’t bring himself to turn around. Not yet. “This is your last chance,” his voice cracked as the cold reverberated through his back once again, stronger now. He closed his eyes, slowly moving a hand back to his sword’s hilt. “I’m not giving any more warnings!” All he heard was static. When the cold returned, he whipped his lantern around followed quickly by his sword. When he hit nothing, he lunged forward again, and again and- he gasped as the ship lurched, throwing him to the slick wood floor where the splintered ground gouged his face and hands. Scar cried out, reaching out for the sword he had dropped, but there was nothing there. His hand flashed to his holster, but his gun had gone as well. And his dagger.

“Come on then!” He screamed, pushing himself to his feet in fog that was impossibly thick. Scar lifted his bloodied fists, but choked that air that felt like water. And then it was water, and pressure, and his body-cracking?- and his throat-

Scar felt soft fur beneath his hand. He squeezed. Jellie meowed. He stopped. He opened his eyes. His room. His bed. Jellie in his lap. No hats.

“Well then! I think it’s time to go!” Scar stood, scooping Jellie up in his arms. She wriggled, meowing in protest, but with some panic, he adjusted to make her as comfortable as possible, “Come on, I need you right now, I just had some sort of seizure or stroke or something- cut me some slack-“

Scar carried her to the dinghy in a world significantly less foggy, relieved to see Jellie sit still once he set her inside. He did not go back for any of his belongings. He didn’t even turn around. Get the dinghy in the water. Get in. Get out. Maybe he was so focused on those three things, it didn’t occur to him it was weird for Jellie to be purring so loud when no one was there. It was only when he reached for the oars on the rocky water that he saw the hats. All of them, even his. He stood up immediately, an exceedingly bad idea, because when he saw Grian with Jellie, he fell backwards off the boat.

Scar gasped for air as he surfaced from the salty water, body shocked stiff from the freezing cold. He set his brow, forcing his arms and legs to propel himself forward. Getting back in without capsizing was a challenge, but one he’d had to overcome many times in the past. Scar clambered inside, collapsing in the bowl. When he opened his eyes, he saw four faces staring back down. He couldn’t hear them, but it was apparent they were all laughing.

“Get! Come on! Get out of here!” he yelled, sitting up to swat at Impulse and Pearl, and then Mumbo and Grian. His hallucinations seemed to find this extra funny, especially Grian, who fell backward off his seat, legs kicking. When Scar stood angrily over him, he found Jellie at his side, purring as Grian pet her. No. That was stupid. Hallucinations can’t pet cats. Ghosts can’t pet cats. Regardless, Jellie seemed to be enjoying herself.

“Alright, enough of that.” Scar picked Jellie up, cradling her in his arms, “I’m going to close my eyes, and all of you and your damn hats are going to be gone. ” Scar firmly shut his eyes, furrowing his brow, but when he opened them, nothing had changed. Well, except for the small purple rift that had surfaced in the water, moving beside the dinghy as if the waves didn’t affect it at all.

“Hey! No! Jellie!” Scar wailed as Jellie jumped from his arms, rocking the boat lightly as she landed, “You can’t leave me with them! I know you aren’t a fan of the smaller boats, but can’t you just do this for me?”

Apparently not. Jellies licked a paw, and after curling it around her ear and giving Scar a slow blink, she leapt into the rift, the portal closing behind her.

“Augh! Cats!” Scar plopped down where Grian had been before, passing directly through his legs.

‘Cats.’ Scar was pretty sure the others said, but he couldn’t know for sure. He put his head in his hands, groaning. If these hallucinations weren’t going to leave, it was going to be a long trip to land. Scar rubbed his face, slowly removing his hands from over his eyes to see his sinking ship as it got further and further away. His gaze wandered to the hats, all stacked neatly at the head of the boat and swaying with the waves. Maybe he was stuck with them, too. He didn’t want to think too hard about it. He closed his eyes again. Whatever had happened.. after Grian.. was impossible. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. But he still didn’t have his gun, or his sword, or his dagger. And, well, he didn’t have a mirror, but somehow he knew he had a couple new scars.

#hermitcraft #grian #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #mumbo jumbo #pirates smp #p!scar #boatem #boatemghostsau

[andorerso]

For the WIP ask game, what about Different Werewolf AU? 👀

this was my original idea for last year's Secret Santa fic that asked for a werewolf au. it just ended up being way too much for me to handle then, so I shelved it for some other day.

I think it'd be a multichapter and there are two timelines. the first is Jyn and Cassian as teens when they first meet. Jyn was born a werewolf and ends up rescuing recently turned werewolf Cassian from a bad fate. since he's so new, he's completely clueless and she ends up taking him under her wing and introducing him to her pack. they fall in love, etc etc, but they're young and naive and let's just say, it ultimately doesn't work out between them. Jyn ends up leaving the town and Cassian ends up staying.

the second timeline picks up roughly 8 years later when Jyn comes back to the town for the funeral of one of their old pack members. she doesn't plan to stay for long, but more people start dying, and they realize they may have some unfinished business with a group of werewolf hunters who are after them again...

I actually ended up writing 5k words for this last year so here's a snippet:

Jyn pulled back and turned to the wolf. He was sitting now, as close to them as his chains would allow him to get, watching her but unmoving. Still cautious. She couldn’t blame him. But she needed him to trust her, or at least cooperate. So she transformed back and ignored the state of her undress as she slowly approached the wolf and crouched down. She didn’t get too close, didn’t want to spook him, but she held his eyes, hoping he’d see her honesty. “Hey,” she began, and at the sound of her voice, he immediately retreated back to his corner, flattening against the wall. Her heart squeezed. How long had he been kept as a wolf? What had they done to him? “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. My name is Jyn. I want to help.” Slowly, she held out her hand towards him. The wolf watched her with suspicious eyes for a few seconds before venturing closer. He sniffed her hand at first, and when he didn’t pull back, she cautiously lifted her hand and stroked his head. His tail twitched a little but he didn’t pull back. His fur was a little rough; he clearly hadn’t been grooming himself regularly. But Jyn’s mouth quirked up as she watched the wolf slowly close his eyes and relax under her hands, breathing out a long, rough sigh that sounded incredibly human. They needed to be moving quickly, but she let him enjoy it for a few seconds. Who knew when was the last time he felt a gentle touch? “Here’s what we’ll do,” Jyn began quietly, and the wolf opened his eyes to peer at her. “I left my car not far away in the woods. We have to make it there as wolves, so I won’t take off your collar yet, okay?” She was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself; she had no idea how long he’d been a wolf, and the emotional turmoil might make him volatile regardless. “I promise I’ll take it off soon, okay? Trust me.” The wolf stared silently for a second. Then he gave her a slow blink, which she took as affirmation. “Good. Do you know where he keeps the key?” With a low growl, the wolf jerked his head towards the desk. Jyn tore through the drawers until her fingers wrapped around a cold, key-shaped object, and she yanked her hand back with a hiss. Silver. Of course it was silver.

#replies #bloodsoaked-rainbows #werewolf au #rebelcaptain

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Steady

My beloved husband has indulged me with a spin.

He got "Hospital AU" and "Wedding fic".

So, here goes a short slice of fluff for the one I love so terribly!

Words: 1 k

Warnings: None

Characters: Ori x female person

“I am so very sorry!” Ori looked at his intended, the woman he loved more than anything in this life with apologetic eyes as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. “I am afraid we need to postpone.”

He visibly hated himself for ruining their day. After all the missed birthday dinners and lonely holiday nights, he had implored his superior to grant him one single day to marry the love of his life.

Unfortunately, life was seldom as accommodating as one wanted it to be.

“Should I drive you?” she asked patiently, bundling her long dress up unceremoniously as she nodded sharply at Fíli to let the registry know that they would not, after all, speak their vows of love and devotion before a bored official.

“If you don’t mind,” Ori groaned, fighting the tears he had no right to shed; they had foregone a big wedding in favour of a short trip to the courthouse with their closest friends and apparently even that small indulgence could not be granted to him.

“Let’s go,” his bride said and took his hand – cold and clammy – to lead him back to her car that was parked just around the corner.

She was far from delighted to see their intimate moment cut short, but she had always known what she was getting herself into when she decided to date a paediatric nurse.

On account of his steady hands and cool efficiency, Ori – a loveable, often hapless fool in private – was very popular in the surgical theatre and many of his young patients would insist on having him do their prep.

“Don’t fret,” she cooed soothingly as she pulled up in front of the hospital. “You need to have your wits about you now; I’ll be there when you come out.”

It was the same promise he gave his scared charges before they went under, a solemn vow not to desert them when they were out for the count, and she knew how much these words meant to him.

“I love you so much,” Ori groaned and pressed a fervent kiss onto her rosy lips, “and I am inconsolable. I’ll make it up to you.”

As she watched him shrug out of his best suit jacket while running towards the building, she let a wistful sigh escape her; not for a single second did she doubt that Ori would indeed castigate himself so severely that her heart would bleed for his tender, overly empathic soul.

“I’ll have my wedding,” she snorted and took out her phone resolutely, “come what may. I am not that easily foiled and I won’t let you – my dearly beloved – carry that guilt for months to come.”

Ori tugged off the protective gear and sniffed his armpits. What a lovely groom he had made!

The patient whose alarming dip in health had made him leave his own wedding was stable once more and the doctor thought that they could be cautiously optimistic again; this at least, Ori had not fudged.

As he rolled his tired shoulders and entered the waiting room, his heart sank. Hours had gone by and – no doubt – his beautiful bride-to-be had decided that she was tired of sitting around like the involuntarily jilted woman she effectively was.

He deserved this, Ori reminded himself, he had disappointed and abandoned her. How could she want to spend her life with him when he didn’t even manage to show up for their wedding?

“Ey,” the nurse at the reception desk called him over with a wink, “I think there’s someone waiting for you in Meeting Room 1.”

She tossed over a stick of deodorant and a bottle of water and nodded at him encouragingly.

Maybe, Ori pondered as he dragged his weary feet over the squeaking linoleum floor, his intended had retreated there to rest a little? She had been up very early to get her hair and makeup done after all.

At the memory of all the marvels he had so callously wasted, tears of resignation and frustration welled up behind his heavy lids once more.

“Love?” he called in a heavy voice as he approached the panelled wooden door. “I am so sorry it took so long. I will switch workplaces, I promise, I shall never do this to you again.”

As soon as he entered the room though, his frantic asseverations died on his tongue.

There she stood, fresh as the morning dew, sipping beer right from the bottle while teasing Fíli about something if the pained grimace on his friend’s face was any indication.

“Everything went well?” she asked with a bright smile when she saw him, flying over to catch his half-open mouth in a passionate kiss.

“Hmmm? Yes…” Ori replied dazedly. “What is going on?”

“Mountains, prophets, you know,” she laughed, throwing her head back and looking up at him with earnest admiration. “Let’s get married.”

Ori blinked owlishly, struggling to piece together the scene in front of his eyes.

“We’ve got your back, my man,” Kíli exclaimed cheerfully and handed Ori a beer of his own. “Your boss says he’s terribly sorry and he’s granted you the whole week off you had asked for.”

Nodding in immense gratitude, Ori fumbled for words still. The meeting room was littered with silly decorations and their friends were standing around in the severe set-up with the same carefree grace they displayed in their favourite pub.

“Is the groom finally there?” a grumpy, elderly man asked sharply.

“He has an important job,” the bride hissed cuttingly. “Unlike other people who were only too eager to spend their afternoon in a meeting room, isn’t that so?”

Chastised, the man cleared his throat and rummaged through his briefcase in search of the relevant papers he had been preparing so meticulously.

“You…We…here?” Ori stammered, flushing a bright red at the realisation that his wife-to-be and his friends had painstakingly transposed their intimate wedding party – lavish buffet and ridiculously tall cake included – to an abandoned meeting room.

“One never knows when the next crisis arises,” she purred and cupped his flaming cheek tenderly. “We’re ready though, aren’t we? This is what ‘steady’ means, my darling. When there’s a fire, I’ll be the one pumping and you’ll be the one carrying the bucket, right?”

“Right,” Ori whispered, overwhelmed with gratitude and love. He was not sure he deserved a wife so brave and faithful as the woman grinning up at him with unbridled joy and pride, but he thanked the heavens and every power within for the immense blessing he was about to officially make his.

Dear @fellowshipofthefics, here's my second entry for the January Trope Roulette then :D

Lots of love from me!

#og post #fotfics #january trope roulette #fellowship of the fics #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien #Modern!Au #Ori #Ori x female person #Hospital AU #wedding fic #thank you to my husband

[stxrmylxve]

Them Against The City

PREVIOUSLY:

“Actually.. now that you ask that.. they mentioned a ‘mrs. y/n’… do you know someone by that name?”

Ahhh… there's part two. The wonderful s/o they used to share. Someone they worshipped and honored like they were gold.

Until takemichi came in and ruined it.

See why he struck such a nerve?

WORD COUNT: 884

NOTES: smoking, mainly just plot

masterlist of the chapters

Chapter 3

"... I do know someone by that name, yes." Ran hesitantly answers, looking away to Kakucho, who had emerged from upstairs and had then migrated to the kitchen to talk with mikey.

Dropping the subject, his aunt followed his eyes to the men with a soft smile.

"They look like they treat you both well, Ran." referring to both him and rindou as she meets his eyes with her honey-glazed ones.

"They do, as best as they can," Ran replies with a soft smile as he offers his hand for her to grab onto as she stands up, giving her a quick peck as one of the maids escorts her outside to her car.

Ran turns around with a frown, his smile long gone, as he trudges up the stairs with a grumble. He barges into his brother's room, ignoring the man's protests as he plops himself on the bed with a huff.

"Auntie scold you? Or-"

"Takemichi is back on the prowl."

That was all it took for rindou's lips to snap shut as he paused his grooming and turned to Ran.

"He's already back? I thought he took his women and gang and left for Europe?" Rindou questions as he sets down the comb and joins his brother fully in his room again.

"That's what we all thought. Now he's sniffing around auntie's house to fish us and y/n out for another deal." ran says sourly.

"Ahhh, and y/n? They left the gang life though, why the hell does he need to involve them?" Rindou wonders out loud as he sits down on the bed next to his brother, staring at the ceiling in wonder.

Ran gasps to himself in horror as a thought hit him.

"What?"

"Something auntie said over the phone struck me as odd. And then when she just came, it still didn't add up. She said he came around for a deal, so why would he mention y/n if it wasn't that he wanted them involved too?" ran explains.

"We already got that down, idiot." rindou says as he rolls his eyes.

"No, I mean for them to join back into our old gang to help out."

Ran shifted to 4th gear, zooming past idle cars with rindou on his tail.

"You sure this is smart, Rin?" ran talks through his stereo as he looked in his mirror to catch a small frown on rindou's face.

"It's not, we both know it. He's not some crybaby anymore, he's grown into a dangerous man, especially in these past few years after we met. Just stick together and we'll make sure nobody else needed will get involved." rindou sighs as he turns onto a street, creeping down it before parking his car far away from Ran's.

"My car sticks out like a damn sore thumb." ran says with a chuckle as he approaches takemichi's door, peering through the peer hole the best he could before knocking three times.

An audible groan comes from inside along with some shouting before a small woman, no older than the brothers, appears at the door.

"Ah, h-hello." she greets them, a small tremble in her smile.

"Is takemichi here by any chance?" ran asks, not missing the flinch from the woman as the name is called as large footsteps were heard from behind her and the devil himself appeared into sight.

"What do you- oh, haitanis. Welcome." takemichi greets, ushering the woman out of the way as he steps outside with the brothers.

"Still don't know how to treat a woman right, huh?" ran says with a frown as takemichi blows a puff of smoke into his face.

"They knew what I was and still sighed up for a job, they get what they get." takemichi replies as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

"Okay... but-"

"I heard you visited our aunt's house the other day." rindou butts in, stomping on ran's foot as the man groans beside him.

"...yes, I did." takemichi hesitantly replies after watching ran's reaction.

"what for? you've known where we were for years now." rindou quizzes as his eyes turn to only slits as he squints his eyes to battle the smoke around him.

"It's fun to play with you brothers. I knew you would come around sniffing like hound dogs eventually. Plus, I missed your aunt from the old, good days, and I got her special tea to drink." takemichi winks as he puts out the cigarette with his shoe.

"That doesn't answer my question. If you had another deal, why not just-"

"ah ah, time's up. I have things to do. If you have some cash or a good gun, I can talk a little longer. But I have bitches to fuck and money to count." takemichi interrupts as he waves the brothers off.

The brothers exchange glances before ran throws a wad of 100s at the man's back before he walks in.

"15000, another minute." ran informs with a stern brow.

Takemichi picks up the cash and shrugs, walking in and slamming the door on them. The brothers sigh, but a small piece of paper flutters out of the mail opening in the door and onto the ground.

Ran picked up the paper and read with a grin;

'18:15, back of Musasho's'

#timeskip takemichi #takemichi #tokrev takemichi #takemichihanagaki #hanagaki takemichi #tokyo revengers takemichi #tokyo rev ran #ran haitani #ran and rindou #tokyo revengers ran #haitani ran #tokyo revengers rindou #haitani rindou #tokrev rindou #rindou haitani #rindou fanfic #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #plot #plot yayyy #chapter 3 #new series

[brandonaguja]

Leon just kneaded my ass and then got up and sniffed and breathed directly nect to my ear. And then went back to sitting and grooming himself. Ok whatever

#me talks #leon tag

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

High Tensions (short story)

“You slept well,” Aldereyes stated flatly, hearing Myrtlewing pad over to join him.

Though he went to his nest during the vigil, Aldereyes hadn’t been able to catch a wink of sleep. He reemerged shortly after so that he could sit with the bodies and stare. He offered to help bury them, and had yet to move from their graves beneath the pines, even when the elders had already gone back ages ago.

Myrtlewing, however, had remained in his den the entire day, only coming out to sprinkle lavender over the bodies and groom their fur, giving away no indication that he had been the one to kill one of them. 

When Myrtlewing sat beside him, Aldereyes stood to pad a tail-length away, then sat again. “This wasn’t the first time, was it?” Clanmates had left to become a rogue or kittypet. Aldereyes was beginning to doubt if that was true. It was only because the cats would occasionally mention the lifestyle before they ‘left,’ or because Myrtlewing had assured them that Starclan told him that they were safe, that that is what they all assumed had happened.

Now, he wasn’t so sure.

“No,” Myrtlewing answered after a moment.

Aldereyes sniffed. “The truth at last.” His mind raced, all thoughts he had managedto collect while he sat with the graves bursting in a chaotic mess, but he kept his voice steady, or as steady as he could make it. “Did anyone actually leave? Were they all killed by you?”

“Yes.”

Aldereyes stood, whirling. His breath heaved, contracting seemingly every muscle in an exhale and inhale. “Why don’t you kill me now? Since I know your secret?”

Myrtlewing didn’t move. “Why did you cover for me?”

Aldereyes gaped. Then looked away with a sharp jerk. “I was covering for me.”

“You could have pinned both of the deaths on me,” Myrtlewing pointed out softly. “I’m grateful that you didn’t–”

“I don’t care what you feel!” Aldereyes jerked. “Murderer!”

Myrtlewing tilted his head back, exposing his throat. “Why don’t you kill me now, then, if I’m a murderer?”

Aldereyes lurched forward, if only just to scare him, but Myrtlewing didn’t flinch. His eyes remained steady, looking through Aldereyes and straight into his heart. He knew he couldn’t do it. And now, he couldn’t tell the Clan either. It would mean he had taken Fallendust’s life for nothing. But would that be worth the lives of more cats Myrtlewing may kill in the future?

Myrtlewing, a killer. If he hadn’t seen it for himself, he would have laughed out loud at the thought. But now….he couldn’t help but feel afraid. Did he distance himself from his old friend out of anger, or fear? He didn’t want to face Myrtlewing now, either way. Facing him not only meant facing the truth of the medicine cat’s murders, but of his own. He had killed for him, and he wasn’t even sure if it was worth it. “Get out of my sight,” he growled.

Myrtlewing didn’t argue, only dipped his head and padded away through the pines, leaving Aldereyes alone to wonder if he could ever possibly make up for the crime he had committed.

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--Aldereyes’s didn’t exactly take the news well (which he mentioned in his story with Grousemane)

#aldereyes #myrtlewing #myrtlewing story #aldereyes story #alderstar #alderstar story #wc #wcoc #wc oc #wc oc story #wc story #warriors short story #warriors story #warriors oc story #dark tales #wc dark tales #dark forest tales #fallendust #waspheart

[writingtoomuchtrash]

Day 6: Berry red

Panne knew something was wrong before hearing her kit scream out. It was quiet, further into the forest then where she was, but it was still clear for Panne. She had already taken off before Donnel could ask what was wrong. She knew he heard their kit’s cry, it was loud for a reason, but he hadn’t learned yet what each cry meant. He’ll learn eventually, but at the moment, she was worried about her kit and needed to find him.

She stopped in a small clearing, nose twitching as she looked around. There were berry bushes around the clearing, currently in season from the sight and scent of them. Donnel was close behind, not as quick as she was, but ready to protect his family on a moment's notice. Their kit let out another cry, not of the bushes shaking as the tip of his ears poked through one of the bushes. She rushed over to the bush, pushing through the thorns to reach her kit. He was stuck in a tight spot, thorns close to piercing his skin and was covered in blood.

Panne didn’t hesitate to rescue her kit, chewing through the thorns and ignoring the blood in her mouth to grab her kit by the scruff. He let out another cry, softer as he tried to lick her face as she backed out of the bush. Donnel had finally entered the clearing, looking around for more trouble. When his eyes landed on their kit, they widened with worry, rushing over to look their kit over. His hand ran through their kit’s fur, looking for any injuries before pulling away, looking at the blood on his hand. He sniffed his hand as Panne set their kit down, beginning to groom the blood out of fur and soothe any injuries before stopping herself.  She licked her lips, questioning the taste as their kit tried to clean his own fur out, not bothered by his parents’ reaction.

“It’s not blood.” Her statement wasn’t necessary, but the more she tasted it, comparing it to the taste of blood in her mouth, she realized what had happened. She let out a little chuckle, followed by Donnel’s chuckle as she pulled her kit close to her side, unbothered by the berry pulp that stuck to her own fur. Her kit just looked up at her, licking the berry pulp off her fur. She began to clean out his fur again, not as worried now that she knew what had happened. There was the slight taste of blood within the berry pulp, from small scratches the thorn had caused, but not enough to cause as much blood as she originally thought. It seemed her kit thought he was in danger once the thorns first scratched him, only elevating the feeling when he thought he was covered in blood, but now that everything had calmed down and he realized himself that it wasn’t blood, he was just content to sit and let himself be groomed, only stepping in to help occasionally. At least now she knew the situation wasn’t terrible and they could all relax easily, but she also knew she was keeping a closer eye on her kit for a while now.

#mod ruby #fire emblem awakening #fe13 #fe awakening #Panne #fe Panne #donnel #fe donnel #Yarne #fe Yarne #Donnel x Panne #Panne x Donnel

[beerecordings]

I HAVE HAD A WEEK

AND SO I AM DECLARING IT MBK JACKIE HOURS

AHEM

Where last we left off, the Queen was preganenant with tiny chicken nugget babies. Jackie seemed to be recovering from his Upper Respiratory Infection From Hell and has been able to reach out and help Henrik and talk to JJ a bit, but he still has all his chronic pain and his brothers are still hurting and his light is flickering kind of low right now.

The Queen has probably been hiding away a little more each day, so they’re thinking she’s probably gonna pop soon. Most everyone is assuming that she’ll have her babies in Marv’s room, so Jackie lays down some towels in his closet and moves some of Marv’s longer clothes and his fancy shoes out of the way so nothings gets dirty and puts a big water bowl in there and some food so she’ll be good to go. After he finishes up in Marv’s room, he holes up in his bed and doesn’t move for a very long time.

Until one morning a few days later, early enough that the light’s still kind of grey and Jackie is still a sleep zombie, he hears an urgent pitter-patter on his floor and some muffled cat noises and then his blanket shifts as Her Royal Floofness jumps up on his bed, but isn’t quite as graceful as usual? Suddenly her chirps are much louder and clearer, and they sound VERY insistent. She paws at his shoulder and gets all up in his face, and eventually his brain turns on enough to give her his attention. She immediately turns back toward his lap, where she’d first landed.

There’s a brand new, slightly slimy baby kitty, curled up like a little pill bug and sniffing at the air.

Queenie grabs a bit of his sleeve and pulls his hand toward the baby kitty, nosing him until he gets the idea and pulls his hands up into his hoodie sleeves and carefully picks up it up, automatically bringing his arms in and keeping the baby near his chest. The Queen jumps off the bed and takes a few steps toward his closet, turning back and chirping at him until he starts following her.

Athanasius is waiting for them, sitting atop the towels that Jackie is certain he laid out in Marv’s room, and that now sit a bit haphazardly on top of each other, exactly like if a couple of cats dragged them from one spot to another. Queenie flops back down next to Athanasius, and he immediately begins grooming her head. Her breathing is a lot more noticeable than usual, and she still seems pretty big. Jackie shifts the little baby into one hand, and puts the other on the Queen’s side. Still big, and he can feel the tiny vibrations of other kitties queuing up to enter the world.

All the boys have water dishes in their rooms, in case the kitties decide to spend the night with them, so Jackie pulls his over so Queenie can reach it if she needs it, and then starts petting her side to try and help her relax. He stays with her the whole morning, barely noticing when his brothers wake up and start making noise through the rest of the house.

Six babies. A few of them are smaller and a little more sluggish looking, and he helps Queenie and A get them in position so they can start eating. The little guy that Queenie brought him first is bigger and looks a little more round, and he’s eating enthusiastically. Jackie hasn’t spent very much time around regular cats or kittens, but when Marv first magicked himself the perfect, most elegant white long haired cat, she’d been a kitten as well and he’d watched closely as Marv had raised first her and then Athanasius. Marv had probably had magic stuff to help him, and with all his light Jackie had never gotten the hang of any of even the most simple spells, but the Queen and A were both magic cats, born from magic and raised in magic and now they’d conceived and born and delivered six little kitties in magic, in a pocket of forest just to the left of the universe. Queenie’d already told Jackie what she wanted half a dozen times this morning alone, so he could probably take her lead.

He watches as they clean off their babies, wiping off a few with the edge of the towels when Queenie nudges him. The momma and dad curl around their babies, rumbling strong enough to power a small engine. He just stares at them for a while, mind floating away from him, and imagining what it would be like to have Marv sitting next to him and beaming at the sight of even more kitties.

He doesn’t hate the idea.

He wanders downstairs after a while, looking for food to bring them, and Chase notices the gunk on his sleeves and the way Jackie seems to be operating back and to the right of his own body, and then all the brothers have crowded in the hallway outside Jackie’s room, and they come inside one at a time and sit next to Jackie while he sits next to the kitties that decided to trust him, slouched forward with an ever-curved back and scars across his face like a semi-verbal gargoyle, ready to chase the demons away from this little church they’ve created in the back of his closet. JJ willingly sits next to him for a while, though neither of them speak with hands or voices, running up a flag the color of the Queen for just these few moments.

That night, after Jackie has finally returned to bed, his spine and knees aching and his feet tingling with returning feeling, he feels the Queen jump up again, quickly followed by Athanasius, and in the bare space next to his pillow in front of his chest, they deposit their now-clean and air-fluffed kittens. Two more trips each, and then the older cats settle down and create a barrier around the babies, with the final wall being his own body.

Marv’s cats trust him to keep their babies safe, he thinks as he runs the tip of a finger along the head of his first little buddy. Maybe that means Marv would still trust him to take care of his brothers.

And all the chicken nugget babies live, and Jackie’s buddy stays with him and keeps him warm and safe and gets along with the dopey intelligent corgi he gets later on and likes riding in the saddlebags of Fionn, his Irish wolfhound mobility dog. His buddy still likes curling up like a fluffy pill bug, and likes riding in the baby carrier wrap that Chase bought Jackie as a gag gift. When Marv gets back, he gathers all 8 of his magic kitties together, and thanks them for keeping Jackie warm.

HAPPILY EVER AFTER, THE END.

kittens 👏 are 👏 part 👏 of 👏 healing

this is so cute! Marvin's lying in his stasis unable to do anything except instruct a herd of kittens to check on his brother

#my brother's keeper